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HOW TOTALLY UNFAIR IS IT THAT JASON MRAZ IS PLAYING WITH FINGER ELEVEN DOWN IN NEW YORK BUT NOT HERE IN WINNIPEG. ASDFJKL;!!
(also, does anyone want to go with me to Finger Eleven? In May? COME ON YOU GUYS!)
Today:
- I still don't feel like writing up those book reviews. D:
- I can't seem to write anything to SAVE MY LIFE
- I opened the windows and now it's really cold in here
- Dad brought over boxes that Rory is lining up for her next meal
If wishes were fics:
Cup of Coffee | Garbage
You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away
...
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends
John didn't join the Air Force - his wife didn't want him to. She knew that if she let him leave her, if she let him fly an F-16 or a Black Hawk he would never, ever, want to come back to her. If there's one thing his parents taught John it's that marriage is based on sacrifice and love, and since he loves his wife he'll sacrifice the sky. He settles for math instead, settles for his Master's, settles for designing instead of flying.
Time goes by - five years, ten, fifteen, almost twenty, and eventually even love and sacrifice aren't enough to keep them together. As everything begins to unravel John finds himself going home with strangers - women at first (ones that look like her but demand far less), then men (and wasn't that a fucking revelation - first gay sex at almost-40 and it was better than anything he'd ever done with her) - until he realizes that he's started going home with one stranger. One broad, ascerbic, blue-eyed astrophysicist.
She finds out, of course; meets him for coffee and tells him not to bother coming home because she's found someone else, too. Rodney lets John stay with him until he finds his own place, but his stuff slowly mixes in with Rodney's (movies, CDs, socks and underwear - all intertwined) and, eventually, he just stops looking for an apartment.
And that's when Rodney brings a little piece of work home - a little piece that lights up like the Fourth of July when John brushes his fingers across it. Then there are endless documents to sign and briefings to attend and suddenly John has a purpose, a mission, and goes to Atlantis.
The moral of the story: She clipped his wings and lost him. Rodney gave him Puddle Jumpers and they soared together.
(also, does anyone want to go with me to Finger Eleven? In May? COME ON YOU GUYS!)
Today:
- I still don't feel like writing up those book reviews. D:
- I can't seem to write anything to SAVE MY LIFE
- I opened the windows and now it's really cold in here
- Dad brought over boxes that Rory is lining up for her next meal
If wishes were fics:
Cup of Coffee | Garbage
You tell me you don't love me over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crashing to dust
I just let it fade away
...
I lie around in bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends
John didn't join the Air Force - his wife didn't want him to. She knew that if she let him leave her, if she let him fly an F-16 or a Black Hawk he would never, ever, want to come back to her. If there's one thing his parents taught John it's that marriage is based on sacrifice and love, and since he loves his wife he'll sacrifice the sky. He settles for math instead, settles for his Master's, settles for designing instead of flying.
Time goes by - five years, ten, fifteen, almost twenty, and eventually even love and sacrifice aren't enough to keep them together. As everything begins to unravel John finds himself going home with strangers - women at first (ones that look like her but demand far less), then men (and wasn't that a fucking revelation - first gay sex at almost-40 and it was better than anything he'd ever done with her) - until he realizes that he's started going home with one stranger. One broad, ascerbic, blue-eyed astrophysicist.
She finds out, of course; meets him for coffee and tells him not to bother coming home because she's found someone else, too. Rodney lets John stay with him until he finds his own place, but his stuff slowly mixes in with Rodney's (movies, CDs, socks and underwear - all intertwined) and, eventually, he just stops looking for an apartment.
And that's when Rodney brings a little piece of work home - a little piece that lights up like the Fourth of July when John brushes his fingers across it. Then there are endless documents to sign and briefings to attend and suddenly John has a purpose, a mission, and goes to Atlantis.
The moral of the story: She clipped his wings and lost him. Rodney gave him Puddle Jumpers and they soared together.