January 2010
Time after Time
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new Flashback, warm nights… almost left behind Suitcases of memories, time after.. Sometimes you picture me I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear what you’ve said Then you say, go slow I fall behind After my picture fades and darkness has turned...
HOW I MET UTT.
Utt was, to put it simply: All That. He was insatiably beautiful.
Part doll, part puppy. SQUEE
How can any doode be that beautiful? A guy pushing in his mid late-thirties is still looking that fresh? I’m somewhat, baffled. And for the record, he has nice- looking ankles. Don’t ask me why.
Like i’ve said, i’m doing this for my 15-yr old self.
Such a loon i was so...
Ultimate
You’re it You’re the ultimate It’s automatic. I’m sure of it No lie So don’t even try
wow has Father Time given me His time of the day?
He wound up the clock backwards and gave me back
a chance to relive that 15-yr old feeling… Once more.
Today is a good day.
And tmr: kid bday celebration and then UTT. *flutters*
Who am i to disagree?
I’m now in a position where i can’t be happy for others.
It’s the selfish thing; I need more of it. And less of you.
And no, i’m not sorry.
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody’s looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you...
“It’s not about geography or happenstance.”
– “Sunday Afternoon” - Rachael Yamagata