Love and Mixtapes...
I'm feelin' bit lonely sittin' here tonight.
Lonely for lovin' to make me feel just right.
Lonely for kisses from those sweet red lips.
Lonely for your lovin' that I can't resist.
Okay, now I'm a country music writer, congrats Pam! I'm such a dweeb.
Anyway, yeah. I just got back from hangin' out with the dudes and they are quite amazing guys. Seriously, I love my friends. Sometimes I listen to them and sit back in disbelief when they do/say something that shows me just how awesome they really are. I always have this. This feeling happens a lot when I'm with friends that I don't know too well. It's like this epiphany of, "wow, so that's why we're in the same circle of friends, 'cause you're really pretty fucking cool." I love this feeling. But, hangin' out with the dudes is over and now I'm at home, alone, at 10pm on a Friday night with nothing better to do than check my non-existent email inbox, and sit here and complain about it. bleh.
I feel like I whine about shit too much, but at the same time I feel it's necessary to express the way you feel about shit out in the open. Right now I need a good book to read. That's what I'm craving. Maybe I'll go up to the attic and find something that I wasn't interested in before and that I'll be interested in now. That's always a fun thing. Or, maybe something old. I'm kinda feeling like sitting down with a bunch of memories right now.
I used to sit around with old stuff and look through it, and try to get Eric interested in the stories I had from my childhood. Even if they were the dumbest little stories, I would beg him to just sit there and take it while I waltzed through memory lane, talking about nonsense. Waltzing made me happy. Not literally beg him, but just kinda push it on him forcibly while knowing he didn't want to sit there and hear me talk about dumb shit. He doesn't know it, but those times made me feel more alone in my life than I'd ever felt. Those times when I just wanted to sit and reminisce about the "good ol days," and he tried his hardest to bare it for two minutes before just giving up and shrugging me off, or going into the next room. I felt like I was the only one that would ever care about my childhood and the stupid shit I used to do back then. Seems I have so many memories bottled up at this point that they need releasing. And until I have kids that HAVE to bare through listening, I'll be tortured with keeping the memories to myself.
If I were to make a mixtape of my life it would consist of too many fucked up songs. The songs that make up my life, each year of my life, are quite eclectic, and nobody in their right minds would even attempt listening to it. Except me. And I'd be happy, with each dorky, depressing, and fun! song after another. And people would stare at me in bewilderment and wonder what the hell I'd been smoking as I dance through their yards in my leotards. My life's crazy mixtape would consist of a few of the following: The Beach Boys, The Four Seasons, Debbie Gibson, Elton John, Elvis Presley, The Eagles, New Kids on the Block, Garth Brooks, Tanya Tucker, MC Hammer, Van Morrison, Peter Paul & Mary, Johnny Cash, and Heart. And that's just taking a couple from a couple random years folks! Now I'm not saying that my "Music of My Life" mixtape would consist of good music all the time, hell not even most of the time, but it would be music that at some point in my life I really fucking loved. At some point in my life, it made me happy. At some point in my life I "jammed" to all of the artists I listed above, and many, MANY more. Yeah, that would be a fun thing to do, but it would take days, and many many boxes of memories lying around for inspiration.
Anyway, hope everyone's havin' a great new year so far.
~Pamela
(Your GrandMaster Planner) ;)
Lonely for lovin' to make me feel just right.
Lonely for kisses from those sweet red lips.
Lonely for your lovin' that I can't resist.
Okay, now I'm a country music writer, congrats Pam! I'm such a dweeb.
Anyway, yeah. I just got back from hangin' out with the dudes and they are quite amazing guys. Seriously, I love my friends. Sometimes I listen to them and sit back in disbelief when they do/say something that shows me just how awesome they really are. I always have this. This feeling happens a lot when I'm with friends that I don't know too well. It's like this epiphany of, "wow, so that's why we're in the same circle of friends, 'cause you're really pretty fucking cool." I love this feeling. But, hangin' out with the dudes is over and now I'm at home, alone, at 10pm on a Friday night with nothing better to do than check my non-existent email inbox, and sit here and complain about it. bleh.
I feel like I whine about shit too much, but at the same time I feel it's necessary to express the way you feel about shit out in the open. Right now I need a good book to read. That's what I'm craving. Maybe I'll go up to the attic and find something that I wasn't interested in before and that I'll be interested in now. That's always a fun thing. Or, maybe something old. I'm kinda feeling like sitting down with a bunch of memories right now.
I used to sit around with old stuff and look through it, and try to get Eric interested in the stories I had from my childhood. Even if they were the dumbest little stories, I would beg him to just sit there and take it while I waltzed through memory lane, talking about nonsense. Waltzing made me happy. Not literally beg him, but just kinda push it on him forcibly while knowing he didn't want to sit there and hear me talk about dumb shit. He doesn't know it, but those times made me feel more alone in my life than I'd ever felt. Those times when I just wanted to sit and reminisce about the "good ol days," and he tried his hardest to bare it for two minutes before just giving up and shrugging me off, or going into the next room. I felt like I was the only one that would ever care about my childhood and the stupid shit I used to do back then. Seems I have so many memories bottled up at this point that they need releasing. And until I have kids that HAVE to bare through listening, I'll be tortured with keeping the memories to myself.
If I were to make a mixtape of my life it would consist of too many fucked up songs. The songs that make up my life, each year of my life, are quite eclectic, and nobody in their right minds would even attempt listening to it. Except me. And I'd be happy, with each dorky, depressing, and fun! song after another. And people would stare at me in bewilderment and wonder what the hell I'd been smoking as I dance through their yards in my leotards. My life's crazy mixtape would consist of a few of the following: The Beach Boys, The Four Seasons, Debbie Gibson, Elton John, Elvis Presley, The Eagles, New Kids on the Block, Garth Brooks, Tanya Tucker, MC Hammer, Van Morrison, Peter Paul & Mary, Johnny Cash, and Heart. And that's just taking a couple from a couple random years folks! Now I'm not saying that my "Music of My Life" mixtape would consist of good music all the time, hell not even most of the time, but it would be music that at some point in my life I really fucking loved. At some point in my life, it made me happy. At some point in my life I "jammed" to all of the artists I listed above, and many, MANY more. Yeah, that would be a fun thing to do, but it would take days, and many many boxes of memories lying around for inspiration.
Anyway, hope everyone's havin' a great new year so far.
~Pamela
(Your GrandMaster Planner) ;)