Steal some cover; share some skin... I like that.
What a good ass fucking weekend.
Even better than the last good ass weekend.
I'm loving what I like to call "Cheese Ball Weekend." [Cheese Ball Weekend: A weekly tradition occurring usually during a weekend where a group of friends get together with some movies, some blankets, and a delicious cream cheese dip and have a very fun and memorable time. This tradition began with the Louisville, KY Cheese Ballas and still occurs every weekend. Sometimes referred to as "Cheese Bowl Weekend."] This tradition needs to continue for as long as it possibly can. If we skipped a weekend, I'm sure I would have a terrible withdrawal from a lack of CBW.
I love everything about CBW.
I love that it is spent playing video games, watching movies, eating, and generally having a good time.
I love that we can find ways to spend hours and hours in one apartment.
I love that we move out of our own houses for a weekend.
I love that the only adult supervision is of James Ruby.
I love that I found someone that will kiss me whether my breath smells like toothpaste, cheese ball, or... morning.
Cheese Ball Weekend = Where it's at.
Hey, Adam Levine, pretty accurate song, you talented motherfucker:
Sunday Morning-
"Sunday Morning, rain is falling.
Steal some cover, share some skin. (I like that.)
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable.
You twist to fit the mold that I am in.
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do.
I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you.
That someday it would lead me back to you.
That may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on sunday morning,
And I never want to leave.
Fingers trace her every outline.
Paint a picture with my hands.
And back and forth we sway like branches in a storm.
Change of weather; still together when it ends.
That may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on Sunday Morning,
And I never want to leave."
But things just get so crazy.
Living life gets hard to do.
Sunday morning, rain is falling,
And I'm calling out to you.
Singing someday, it will bring me back to you.
Find a way to bring myself back home to you.
You may not know, that may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on Sunday morning.
And I never want to leave."
Even better than the last good ass weekend.
I'm loving what I like to call "Cheese Ball Weekend." [Cheese Ball Weekend: A weekly tradition occurring usually during a weekend where a group of friends get together with some movies, some blankets, and a delicious cream cheese dip and have a very fun and memorable time. This tradition began with the Louisville, KY Cheese Ballas and still occurs every weekend. Sometimes referred to as "Cheese Bowl Weekend."] This tradition needs to continue for as long as it possibly can. If we skipped a weekend, I'm sure I would have a terrible withdrawal from a lack of CBW.
I love everything about CBW.
I love that it is spent playing video games, watching movies, eating, and generally having a good time.
I love that we can find ways to spend hours and hours in one apartment.
I love that we move out of our own houses for a weekend.
I love that the only adult supervision is of James Ruby.
I love that I found someone that will kiss me whether my breath smells like toothpaste, cheese ball, or... morning.
Cheese Ball Weekend = Where it's at.
Hey, Adam Levine, pretty accurate song, you talented motherfucker:
Sunday Morning-
"Sunday Morning, rain is falling.
Steal some cover, share some skin. (I like that.)
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable.
You twist to fit the mold that I am in.
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do.
I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you.
That someday it would lead me back to you.
That may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on sunday morning,
And I never want to leave.
Fingers trace her every outline.
Paint a picture with my hands.
And back and forth we sway like branches in a storm.
Change of weather; still together when it ends.
That may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on Sunday Morning,
And I never want to leave."
But things just get so crazy.
Living life gets hard to do.
Sunday morning, rain is falling,
And I'm calling out to you.
Singing someday, it will bring me back to you.
Find a way to bring myself back home to you.
You may not know, that may be all I'll need.
In darkness she is all I see.
Come and rest your bones with me.
Driving slow on Sunday morning.
And I never want to leave."