Kablooey! 5 Ways to Make Every Kiss Fireworks
Alright, things are basically good again. John came home around half-past one last night, after I sent him a text asking him to. We haven't discussed it since, but he was very sweet about crawling into bed - he was trying to be all quiet about it and then wanted to touch me, I guess, so he kind of smoothed the covers over me with his pointer finger.
We rode to the game this morning, which made me all grumpy - we missed half the Argentina-Germany game and John kept "encouraging" me up the steep hills with teasing. I'm trying to remain grateful for his efforts to get me into shape, which I asked him to do. But oy.
I've been a bit melancholy lately, but I suppose that's because I've been pretty social lately. I've noticed that I go through a block of time where I'm high energy, and then I just feel blah during the in-between hours. Ah well - I'm sure I'll balance it out somehow.
I have to write an article for kissingmatters now about five ways to make every kiss fireworks. I have only one and can't believe I thought this was a clever idea earlier. It's fine - I'm just kind of worn out and I still have to edit 18 pages today. I'd LOVE to take a nap. haha oh well.
Also, this song I'm listening to is kind of great, so I'm posting the lyrics:
Loose Lips
Loose lips might sink ships
But loose kisses take trips
To San Francisco, double dutch disco,
Tech. TV hottie, do it for scottie
Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed
Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and
[We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 2]
We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
And now Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreams
And we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
That all this shit our president has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds
So if you wanna burn yourself remember that I love you
If you wanna cut yourself remember that I love you
If you wanna kill yourself remember that I love you
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend
Shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for
So I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
And I'll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
My war paint is Sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
They think we're disposable?
Well both my thumbs are opposable.
Spell that on a double word and triple letter score and
[We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 4]
We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
We rode to the game this morning, which made me all grumpy - we missed half the Argentina-Germany game and John kept "encouraging" me up the steep hills with teasing. I'm trying to remain grateful for his efforts to get me into shape, which I asked him to do. But oy.
I've been a bit melancholy lately, but I suppose that's because I've been pretty social lately. I've noticed that I go through a block of time where I'm high energy, and then I just feel blah during the in-between hours. Ah well - I'm sure I'll balance it out somehow.
I have to write an article for kissingmatters now about five ways to make every kiss fireworks. I have only one and can't believe I thought this was a clever idea earlier. It's fine - I'm just kind of worn out and I still have to edit 18 pages today. I'd LOVE to take a nap. haha oh well.
Also, this song I'm listening to is kind of great, so I'm posting the lyrics:
Loose Lips
Loose lips might sink ships
But loose kisses take trips
To San Francisco, double dutch disco,
Tech. TV hottie, do it for scottie
Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed
Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and
[We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 2]
We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
And now Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreams
And we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
That all this shit our president has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds
So if you wanna burn yourself remember that I love you
If you wanna cut yourself remember that I love you
If you wanna kill yourself remember that I love you
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend
Shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for
So I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
And I'll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
My war paint is Sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
They think we're disposable?
Well both my thumbs are opposable.
Spell that on a double word and triple letter score and
[We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 4]
We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be