Sweet Nothings

I'm not sure why I thought it would be different this time.
I'm not sure why I still thought the time, that it mattered.
I'm not sure why I'm surprised, shocked, hurt....
this is how it is.
This is how friendship is played out,
this is how being alone becomes a prefered state.
I'm not sure why I thought you wouldn't let me down,
why I still think maybe it's just all my paranoid thought.

I really thought that I had completely given up on the human species. I did. I thought that my cynacism had reached a height that protected me from this kind of utter surprise at yet another person in my life tossing me to the wayside because some boy twinkled his eyes at her and told her she was the prettiest girl in the room. But it hit me square in the face, and I wasn't ready.

Showers!

Showers. Those things you take, hopefully daily, that enable other people to be within 5 feet of you without vomiting.

They are also not even close to what this blog is about.

Wedding showers!

Molly's wedding shower was today. I felt like I was oozing estrogen. It was unbelievable. I haven't felt like that much of a girl in a long time. I giggled, a lot, and ooooed and awwwwwed over potholders and bowls and mixers. A kitchen aid mixer folks!! Those things are bitchin! Have you ever used one? If not, don't judge. If you have, then you know....you know.

Anway, the point of this blog? Not sure. I just feel like posting one. If you need a point, I will provide you one I supose.....

when you tie the knot, register for a Kitchen Aid mixer. They rock.

Epidemic!

Ok, so I have a beef with a certain group of American citizens.

This is for them.

DRIVE THE FREAKING SPEEDLIMIT!!!!!

I mean seriously people, I understand those individuals who don't speed. I try not to as well. I'm unemployed. I can't afford a ticket. But I can't even tell you the number of people I have driven behind lately that are going at least 5mph UNDER the speedlimit. Really?! Are you trying to make my head explode? Do you want me to unleash my mind powers on your unsuspecting vehicle? Cause I will do it. I will. Don't even test me.

Where are you, flightless bird?

Today was a lonely day. Not a bad day, a sad day, or a for nothing day... just lonely. I long to write a love song, or diddy, or think of love at all without the element of unknown. I wish to see a face instead of dream of a formless, unknown persona whose soul sings in harmony with mine. But he remains a mystery as yet unsolved......

Touch my cheek with your hand, not your words;
make me believe your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for speaking now.
I don't need fancy lines of flowing syallables,
please just twirl me round and round under the stars;
make me believe your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for speaking now.

Entwine my hair 'twen your rough hewn fingers,
trace your thoughts upon my skin;
make me trust your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for lying now.
Lift me up on winds of passion, round stars and moon,
and under clouds of mingled perfumes;
make me high with your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for storytelling now.

Lay me down on pillows of soft, weightless air,
cover me with you, all of you, keeping nothing back;
make me feel safe with your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for promises now.