the light, the heat
Gahhh this particular cover of this song. is. so. sexy. It gives me impure thoughts. Alas, nobody to have impure dealings with...common, you know you wanna be impure with me...haha
My grandparents officially don't live in Great Neck anymore. They quite literally have moved up to the east side to a deluxe appartment in the sky and have abandoned their house on Long Island. And nobody seems to care but me. My grandma is so happy to be nearer to her precious museums and theatres, my grandfather is glad he doesn't have to walk up and down stairs anymore, my parents are just glad the whole thing is over...but me? I'm sad that it's not grandma's house anymore. Nomore smelling spices and wine and hearing uprorious laughter from the kitchen as soon as we walk in. No more falling asleep on their worn in leather couch. No more fighting over who cleans off the table after dessert. No more sneaking upstairs to watch tv. No more of chasing Rigby around the living room. No more door handel that my grandfather installed especially for me so I could open the back porch door when I was small.
Ah well...maybe when I see lafondah in my driveway at home, maybe that'll take the sting off :)
A little bit lonely this evening. And hungry. But I already put on weight, I can feel/see it...gotta stop the before bed munchies like woah, ugghh everything just tastes better after eleven at night!
Miss everybody. Must be more efficient with work tommorow, I was so out of it all day today.
'Nite kiddies.
My grandparents officially don't live in Great Neck anymore. They quite literally have moved up to the east side to a deluxe appartment in the sky and have abandoned their house on Long Island. And nobody seems to care but me. My grandma is so happy to be nearer to her precious museums and theatres, my grandfather is glad he doesn't have to walk up and down stairs anymore, my parents are just glad the whole thing is over...but me? I'm sad that it's not grandma's house anymore. Nomore smelling spices and wine and hearing uprorious laughter from the kitchen as soon as we walk in. No more falling asleep on their worn in leather couch. No more fighting over who cleans off the table after dessert. No more sneaking upstairs to watch tv. No more of chasing Rigby around the living room. No more door handel that my grandfather installed especially for me so I could open the back porch door when I was small.
Ah well...maybe when I see lafondah in my driveway at home, maybe that'll take the sting off :)
A little bit lonely this evening. And hungry. But I already put on weight, I can feel/see it...gotta stop the before bed munchies like woah, ugghh everything just tastes better after eleven at night!
Miss everybody. Must be more efficient with work tommorow, I was so out of it all day today.
'Nite kiddies.