Just about glad, yo...
Nothing sums up my world tonight more than... I'm just about glad that I knew you once
And it was more than just a passing acquaintance
I'm just about glad that it was a memory
That doesn't need constant maintenance
There are a few things that I regret
But nothing that I need to forget
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about glad
CHORUS:
Just about glad we didn't do that thing
Just about glad we didn't have that fling
Just about glad we didn't give it a try
Just about glad, is that a tear in your eye
And on the few times I rang to propose
There was a man there or so I suppose
The greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about glad
They called time and vodka and lime
In some far flung Canadian club
(Just about glad)
And there I was just waiting to fall
Like a toe just aching to stub
(Just about glad)
Later on I could never accept it
When you finally gave it all to him
(Just about glad)
And you said that my nurse was sweet
But her lamp was just beginning to dim
I'm just about glad
That we never did that thing we were going to do
I'm just about glad I can look you in the eye
But I can't say the same for you
And though the passion still flutters and flickers
It never got into our knickers
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about
CHORUS
And it's all just a stupid creation
Of my feverous imagination
If I'm the greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about
CHORUS
Is that a tear in your eye [3x]
I enjoy his company so much. Hell, I enjoy his girlfriend's company, not in the same ways, but both of them.
I do get to see them tomorrow. And help out along more vomit envoking moments from the two of them. And it will be... them. It's not him...
The only two points in the night were any analysation could begin was the point of explaning how I have to quit before wednesday night (when I go back to memphis) and when the last little bit of how I was getting home, which for once was between two cool people. I'm happy that I chose mr. dion as opposed to the brian out, because I think I would have felt like shit because of the ride home. With Dan, at least I didn't see cuddly talk or anything. Vomit. Brian seems a little bit too concerned as far as not seeing me as much as I him. ...as long as tara's out of the picture. I swear, it's a fucking cocktease! Or vag-tease, if you will...
One of the many reasons why I have to get out of this town. I have to be able to say to myself, "No... I must move on and live for myself!" and not for others. Or my own pipe dreams when, clearly, they are not materialising. With comedy, I could make them materialize here, but it's the other stuff in the process that are not. It's so weird that people just don't seem to understand anything outside of comedy in my social cirle here.
Though, I have to say, if any part of my ego has been boosted, it's my intelligence ego. I've had soooo many people tell me I'm smart. From my comedy or just me. I don't understand that fully, because I think I'm slightly stoopid on the whole, then people in their late 30s to early 50s are just in awe of my knowledge. And have faith in me in anything I do. I don't understand that.
That's the sort of thing that has made me realize... I'm fucking 22. 22. Really? What gives me this edge of precocious intelligence that the rest of the mortals don't possess? I think I know a lot of smart people, and some of them are my age. I think it's this city. People don't wisen up till too late. This is a city of dreams, yet people try to chase them for too many years, until it's too late. That could be said of other cities, too, but here, people maintain their cool till late in their prime. People really don't age here, mentally at least. This is never, never land. Or it used to be. Now, people have to get smart about business and the way the world works to live here. Seattle is closer to the idea and what SF once was. It's hard to convince SFans of that, but most of them haven't been where I have.
It's weird to tell people of things they don't know when they're twice your age.
I don't want to sound pedantic, but I guess that's what I am.
I'm a shitdisturber and world traveller. I want peace, but if I have to disrupt the status quo to make it okay for the majority, so be it. I'd love to say I'll be this way forever, but I can't guarantee it. It's easier to say what's right despite when you've gotten nothing to lose and everything to gain, rather than playing the rules to get paid and being frustrated with bias, hypocrisy and oppression.
Youth and impulsivity is grand.
And it was more than just a passing acquaintance
I'm just about glad that it was a memory
That doesn't need constant maintenance
There are a few things that I regret
But nothing that I need to forget
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about glad
CHORUS:
Just about glad we didn't do that thing
Just about glad we didn't have that fling
Just about glad we didn't give it a try
Just about glad, is that a tear in your eye
And on the few times I rang to propose
There was a man there or so I suppose
The greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about glad
They called time and vodka and lime
In some far flung Canadian club
(Just about glad)
And there I was just waiting to fall
Like a toe just aching to stub
(Just about glad)
Later on I could never accept it
When you finally gave it all to him
(Just about glad)
And you said that my nurse was sweet
But her lamp was just beginning to dim
I'm just about glad
That we never did that thing we were going to do
I'm just about glad I can look you in the eye
But I can't say the same for you
And though the passion still flutters and flickers
It never got into our knickers
For all of the courage that we never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about
CHORUS
And it's all just a stupid creation
Of my feverous imagination
If I'm the greatest lover that you never had
I'm just about, I'm just about
I'm just about, I'm just about
CHORUS
Is that a tear in your eye [3x]
I enjoy his company so much. Hell, I enjoy his girlfriend's company, not in the same ways, but both of them.
I do get to see them tomorrow. And help out along more vomit envoking moments from the two of them. And it will be... them. It's not him...
The only two points in the night were any analysation could begin was the point of explaning how I have to quit before wednesday night (when I go back to memphis) and when the last little bit of how I was getting home, which for once was between two cool people. I'm happy that I chose mr. dion as opposed to the brian out, because I think I would have felt like shit because of the ride home. With Dan, at least I didn't see cuddly talk or anything. Vomit. Brian seems a little bit too concerned as far as not seeing me as much as I him. ...as long as tara's out of the picture. I swear, it's a fucking cocktease! Or vag-tease, if you will...
One of the many reasons why I have to get out of this town. I have to be able to say to myself, "No... I must move on and live for myself!" and not for others. Or my own pipe dreams when, clearly, they are not materialising. With comedy, I could make them materialize here, but it's the other stuff in the process that are not. It's so weird that people just don't seem to understand anything outside of comedy in my social cirle here.
Though, I have to say, if any part of my ego has been boosted, it's my intelligence ego. I've had soooo many people tell me I'm smart. From my comedy or just me. I don't understand that fully, because I think I'm slightly stoopid on the whole, then people in their late 30s to early 50s are just in awe of my knowledge. And have faith in me in anything I do. I don't understand that.
That's the sort of thing that has made me realize... I'm fucking 22. 22. Really? What gives me this edge of precocious intelligence that the rest of the mortals don't possess? I think I know a lot of smart people, and some of them are my age. I think it's this city. People don't wisen up till too late. This is a city of dreams, yet people try to chase them for too many years, until it's too late. That could be said of other cities, too, but here, people maintain their cool till late in their prime. People really don't age here, mentally at least. This is never, never land. Or it used to be. Now, people have to get smart about business and the way the world works to live here. Seattle is closer to the idea and what SF once was. It's hard to convince SFans of that, but most of them haven't been where I have.
It's weird to tell people of things they don't know when they're twice your age.
I don't want to sound pedantic, but I guess that's what I am.
I'm a shitdisturber and world traveller. I want peace, but if I have to disrupt the status quo to make it okay for the majority, so be it. I'd love to say I'll be this way forever, but I can't guarantee it. It's easier to say what's right despite when you've gotten nothing to lose and everything to gain, rather than playing the rules to get paid and being frustrated with bias, hypocrisy and oppression.
Youth and impulsivity is grand.