Does not only come in the form of words
an “I don’t think this is working out”
It doesn’t have to be a huge scene
I doesn’t have to make sense
It can be the simple as stiffening to
the brush of my hair
or even worse the shutter
of my skin touching yours
I’m done pursuing this
particular dream
and I don’t think I’ll
be trying to sleep anytime
soon.
The only thing that’s getting me through today is the thought of coming home and watching Gossip girl.
…my life is sad.
are Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler, Joey, and Ross.
I got kicked.
the the balls and taking some risks
I really and truly hope I don’t get kicked by it’s hind legs.
I found the cure to an awful day.
Usually it is caused by unforeseen circumstances, but today was one beyond measure. So I was looking for a quick fix. I started with a drive, but it was too hot. I didn’t want it to get messy, involving alcohol or any other abusable substance. Taking a nap only made me acknowledge the fact that I can’t run away from today. So I went shopping. I went shopping like a homeless person got 100000 dollars for groceries. I raped everything, my weapons: my wallet and my blind hatred. Spending well beyond my limit expelled me to a euphoria I never knew possible. It was invigorating, awe-inspiring. Than I got an ice cream.
I don’t know if it was the leather jacket or the ice cream or the combination. Either way it made me feel a little better
This is not a cry for help, it is a cry of EUREKA.
or I’ll go crazy
Finding a way out,
Andrea
Thanks for keeping my thoughts well organized. I needed that tonight
-Andrea
I’m feelin lonely
I need some lovin
this heats got be babblin
I need some huggin
get my through
my hardest of days
talk me to sleep
rock me to sleep
til my wants slip away
(refrain)
lay me down down down
I’ll drift away
while your heart’s my lullaby
lay me down down down
until I wake and say goodbye
I’m used to your smile
I’m used to your kiss
I think of your often
I think of sweetly
and soon I’m missin
you again
(refrain)
lay me down down down
I’ll drift away
while your heart’s my lullaby
lay me down down down
until I wake and say goodbye
2x
You’ve got me twisting
and turning
in my sleep
hurting everything
playing for keeps
eyelids getting heavy
when your face is near me
all I’ve got to do is lean in
but there something within me whispering
holding me back by my belt loop
a fellow swoop and my back’s
against my chair
and I can’t get the attention of your stare
so i retreat quietly
into my tousled sheets
knowing you still exist in my dreams
I cooked algio olio last night for dinner, my grandfather’s infamous recipe. Ingredients:
1 lb spaghetti
4 garlic cloves
1 1/2 cups olive oil
Parmesan cheese
Now, I’m not going to divulge the exact instructions, because it’s a family secret. And you know, I could be taught a lesson by Guido or Biaggio (my family may or may not have ties to the mafia, no big).
In short, the meal was delicious, but my no means up to my grandfather’s standards.
The part that’s absolutely killing me, though, is the fact that my hands still smell like oil and garlic. 18 hours later.
I’m shocked. I took a shower. I washed my hands 5 times. I scrubbed my roommate’s delicious smelling coconut body wash into my hands. And still, I smell like Italy.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my heritage, and I know I could smell like worse things. But garlic + 90 degree weather + 20 minute uphill hikes to class do not result in a winning combination.
In conclusion, I have a new respect for my grandfather, on so many different levels. That’s true commitment to willingly smell like this frequently.
Unless my hands fix themselves, the next step is bleach. And we all know that I have serious reservations about bleach.
lemon juice will lift that smell right off
You’re such a tease. You give us a peak at the good stuff, and you take it away we before we can enjoy it.
That ten day forecast isn’t looking so good.
