As the Sun Rises on 2009

the first thing i'd like to do when the sun comes up on January 1st: to be lip-locked with somebody really amazing. we all know that's probably not gonna happen.

well happy new year folks! hope you have a great one.

Don't Eat That

this post is about one half of the the world's population.

girls.

here just one little thing that i don't understand.

some girls say they want a MAN. like, "i don't want a pussy, i already have one"

then some other girls say that want that sweet guy who listens and writes them cards and likes to play with their hair while lying down in a park on a sunny day... stuff like that. the details are not important.

so i'm not entirely sure how to tackle this issue.

i suppose i should have a balanced approach: give the girl a box of chocolates just because (apparently girls like that... surprises, that kind of thing), then tell her she can only have one piece a day because she needs to lose weight (girls want someone who will be honest).

or if she's trying to make a really tough decision like, "baby, should i wear the black dress or the red one?" so i tell her, "you should, without a doubt wear the black one." she says, "really?" and me, so as not to be too pushy with my opinion reply, "umm.......... whatever, you like babe. i love you if you wear the black, the red, the polka dotted, stripes, shredded, poofy sleeves... you ALWAYS look one hundred and ten million percent beautiful to me."

seems i have some thinking to do.

A Plain Morning

So I've always liked this song but it was never really applicable until now. Well, generally. Nobody is sending me notes... and we don't use our fireplace. LOL. But anyway, it's a good song.

A Plain Morning (I almost wrote "A Palin Morning" which would have been... awkward.)
By: Dashboard Confessional

It's yet to be determined,
But the air is thick,
And my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
And I'm glad you're not a part of this,
There's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home,
Into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier.
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
When the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

But it's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
There's pillows in their cases,
And one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words "I love you",
And sprayed it with perfume.
It's better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room.
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July.
It feels more like July.

It's yet to be determined,
But the air is thick,
And my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
And I'm glad you're not a part of this,
There's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home,
Into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier. (easier)
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
When the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

and to up the nostalgia factor: