the girls say, "god, i hope he comes back soon"
don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full?
i've forbidden myself from speaking of certain things (is that sentence grammatically correct?) so i thought i'd let rosanne cash speak for me. no, really. i've been listening to this song on repeat most of the day.
i feel really depressed but i think it's because i've been so damn sick all week. all of the awfulness that was crowding my sinus cavities has settled into my chest and that's pretty depressing, too. and i have mountains of work in front of me for the next week, at least, and probably unseen mountains after that. i keep telling myself if i can just get through october 16th, i'll be good. and i will. and it's only four days away. but it seems like years have passed just in the last two days, much less the next four.
watched some episodes of CSI on cbs.com. i was thrilled to see the return of lady heather. wish her and grissom had hooked up again. wish i could explain why i found that relationship so deeply emotional for me, kinda like i wish i could explain why king kong makes me cry from some place in my soul. but, after too much delay, here's rosanne cash to say it for me.
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right
So who does your past belong to today?
Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way
The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?"
But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies
You look so careless when they're shooting that bull
Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full
Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
Everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing
You're still uptown on your downhill swing
Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?
Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?
Splitting your dice to be someone you're not
You say you're looking for something you might've forgot
Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone
'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home
Just tell 'em you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
p.s. one of the episodes of CSI had a vivid car crash scene. i wish i could say that sort of thing doesn't still get to me but it does. annie was taking a nap on my stomach and jumped because i did, because i was so tense and so anxious and trying so hard not to cry and to just breathe. it's been months since i've really had a conversation about it and i can feel it coming, the need to speak of it, to voice it, to hear the words aloud one more time. some day this'll go away, right? some day i won't need to talk about it anymore?
i've forbidden myself from speaking of certain things (is that sentence grammatically correct?) so i thought i'd let rosanne cash speak for me. no, really. i've been listening to this song on repeat most of the day.
i feel really depressed but i think it's because i've been so damn sick all week. all of the awfulness that was crowding my sinus cavities has settled into my chest and that's pretty depressing, too. and i have mountains of work in front of me for the next week, at least, and probably unseen mountains after that. i keep telling myself if i can just get through october 16th, i'll be good. and i will. and it's only four days away. but it seems like years have passed just in the last two days, much less the next four.
watched some episodes of CSI on cbs.com. i was thrilled to see the return of lady heather. wish her and grissom had hooked up again. wish i could explain why i found that relationship so deeply emotional for me, kinda like i wish i could explain why king kong makes me cry from some place in my soul. but, after too much delay, here's rosanne cash to say it for me.
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right
So who does your past belong to today?
Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way
The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?"
But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies
You look so careless when they're shooting that bull
Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full
Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
Everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing
You're still uptown on your downhill swing
Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?
Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?
Splitting your dice to be someone you're not
You say you're looking for something you might've forgot
Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone
'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home
Just tell 'em you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache
See what else your old heart can take
The boys say, "when is he gonna give us some room"
The girls say, "god I hope he comes back soon"
p.s. one of the episodes of CSI had a vivid car crash scene. i wish i could say that sort of thing doesn't still get to me but it does. annie was taking a nap on my stomach and jumped because i did, because i was so tense and so anxious and trying so hard not to cry and to just breathe. it's been months since i've really had a conversation about it and i can feel it coming, the need to speak of it, to voice it, to hear the words aloud one more time. some day this'll go away, right? some day i won't need to talk about it anymore?