how many lies i tell without my tongue
okay, so, my obsession with my boyfriend is getting out of control because easy tiger is such an amazing album. last night, i dreamt he was performing at some sort of starbucks function and i was soooo excited and then he came and sat down with me, he was wearing all kinds of scarves around his neck like he was freaking steven tyler and whatnot, and we were talking, and then my stupid boss came over and started talking to me about biscotti and he left. today, i had a co-worker talking about how we could both take a leave of absence so i could stalk him, and she and another co-worker would facilitate the stalking so it would seem like a coincidence when i finally tripped in front of him and coyly dropped my books. but seriously folks, best album since cold roses, because honestly, although jacksonville and 29 have their shining moments, this is much more cohesive.
so i finally hung out with a friend last night, and once again, i am pretty much dragged kicking and screaming out of the house, and then i have a good time, and then i feel stupid. the new friend is actually a pretty freaking amazing singer songwriter, and we spent the evening listening to music and he treated me to a 8 song acoustic set. i have to say, i have never had a person play just for me, and it was really beautiful. it wasn't like when you feel embarrassed because the person kind of sucks either..he played about 6 original songs and then a cover of "st. ides heaven" and "only in dreams" which was, adorably, 'dedicated to the girl in the front row.'
how cute is that? i really need to try and be less flaky. it is good to break with convention once in awhile.
saturday night, i'm sitting at home because i have to open. making a birthday mix for a special someone, and i am listening to it right now, and so far, i am pleased.
i think the new medication isn't helping the slight hypomania, because i feel like i will never run out of words right now, like i shouldn't have ever started.
so i finally hung out with a friend last night, and once again, i am pretty much dragged kicking and screaming out of the house, and then i have a good time, and then i feel stupid. the new friend is actually a pretty freaking amazing singer songwriter, and we spent the evening listening to music and he treated me to a 8 song acoustic set. i have to say, i have never had a person play just for me, and it was really beautiful. it wasn't like when you feel embarrassed because the person kind of sucks either..he played about 6 original songs and then a cover of "st. ides heaven" and "only in dreams" which was, adorably, 'dedicated to the girl in the front row.'
how cute is that? i really need to try and be less flaky. it is good to break with convention once in awhile.
saturday night, i'm sitting at home because i have to open. making a birthday mix for a special someone, and i am listening to it right now, and so far, i am pleased.
i think the new medication isn't helping the slight hypomania, because i feel like i will never run out of words right now, like i shouldn't have ever started.