What a week it was for the over privileged Upper East Siders on Gossip Girl.
- After finally getting in touch with the adoptive parents of the son Lily gave up, Lily and Rufus are conned into believing that he is dead. Really Rufus? You believed that fake newspaper clipping? I knew what was going on the second that creep walked up to the table. Will we ever get to see this mystery bastard child? Something tells me he'll pop up eventually.
- Uncle Jack makes poor Chuck Bass look bad in front of the board of Bass Industries. Poor little rich boy, better wise up before you lose your fortune. Something tells me Jack won't be around long, which would be delightful as I find him entirely too creepy.
- The Means Girls put a hit out on poor Dan Humphrey, our favorite reject from Brooklyn. S finally finds out that they're semi-related, yet still wants to hit it? The Upper East Side is the new South. I think you're taking the term "brotherly love" a touch too far S.
-Eric and Little J get in a spat but quickly make up after finding out that, they too, are family.
- Nate is back. Where were you Mr.Archibald? We missed your pretty face.
- V is back....but, WHY? Please, write her off of the show already.
- Could it be that Blair is REALLY done trying to fix up her bad boy Chuck? Oh B, smack him and set him straight.
Questions
Has anyone ever stopped to wonder just HOW Rufus can afford to send Lonely Boy and Little J to their precious private schools? He never works!
When is Chuck going to find out that Blair hooked up with his pervy Uncle?
Are Dan and Serena going to stick it out despite the fact that they share a sibling and Rufus and Lily are getting back together? Ew.
Guess we'll find out.
XoXo
Monday, January 12, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Products I swear by
For some reason, people (generally women, of course) are often interested in what beauty products I use. Here is a list of the ones I swear by.
Hair Care
Aveda Shampoo and Conditioner in Rosemary Mint or Color Conserve
Aveda Pure Abundance hair spray
Skin Care
Aveda Outer Peace foaming facial cleanser
Aveda All-Sensitive moisturizer
Aveda Botanical Kinetics exfoliant
Make Up
M.A.C. Studio fix fluid foundation
M.A.C. mascara Zoomlash in ZoomBlack
M.A.C. eyeshadows (Crystal Avalanche and Mythology are favorites)
M.A.C. cream colour base in Improper Copper for blush
M.A.C. lipglass in Nymphette or Desire
Tools
CHI flat iron
Aveda make up brushes
M.A.C. sponges
Shu Uemura eyelash curler
Hair Care
Aveda Shampoo and Conditioner in Rosemary Mint or Color Conserve
Aveda Pure Abundance hair spray
Skin Care
Aveda Outer Peace foaming facial cleanser
Aveda All-Sensitive moisturizer
Aveda Botanical Kinetics exfoliant
Make Up
M.A.C. Studio fix fluid foundation
M.A.C. mascara Zoomlash in ZoomBlack
M.A.C. eyeshadows (Crystal Avalanche and Mythology are favorites)
M.A.C. cream colour base in Improper Copper for blush
M.A.C. lipglass in Nymphette or Desire
Tools
CHI flat iron
Aveda make up brushes
M.A.C. sponges
Shu Uemura eyelash curler
The trouble with men
The trouble with men is seemingly constant these days. I was naive enough to think that as I got older, dating situations would become easier.
Wow, was I wrong.
I sit here now wondering why some of you are the way you are. You call and text me constantly, with your sweet nothings and asking me to spend time with you. And on the rare occasion that I accept such a request, you want nothing to do with me two days later. Until, of course, I forget you that exist once again and weeks or months later you're back at it.
I am not one for games. I don't believe that I should have to play them at my age because quite frankly, they're pointless. What do we gain from playing this constant back and forth game? The one where you only want me when you can't have me. The answer is: NOTHING. Neither party involved gains a single thing from these ridiculous antics, not even a fond memory.
I want no part in the late night calls, the countless texts and the words you use to sweet talk me. I want no part in your inability to make up your mind.
I simply don't understand why it is so difficult for men to decide what they want and stick to it. I'm sure the same can be said for women as well, but I'm certainly not in that group. I know what I want and I go after it, no matter the cost. I don't like to waste my time, nor do I like to waste the time of others.
Sure, I could date that sweet guy that I have no interest in knowing he would give me the world, but I would only be wasting time doing so. Killing time until the asshole I'm in love with woke up and realized that I've been in front of him this entire time, or until someone more exciting comes along.
Granted, I love the thrill of the chase, I always have. But chasing you has become more like running in circles, and I've got to say that my legs are starting to get tired. It's been years, isn't it time to give me a break already?
It's funny to me that you'll post the words "Can anyone find me someone to love" all over the internet, when what you're looking for has been standing here waiting for you for what feels like forever. You're either completely blind, or entirely too cold for my liking.
I'm sorry that I don't fit your pretentious ideals, but I can promise you that you'll never find someone who will love you as much as I do, and likely always will(because, my friend, I am an idiot when it comes to you).
I want you to know that what you've got now isn't going to last forever. Some day your star is going to burn out, and what will you be left with? Some girl that "loved" you when you were on top of the world, and only because you were on top of the world? A rash of STDs because sleeping around was more "fun" than "settling down"? Or perhaps, and this is the one I fear the most, a gaping hole where your heart used to be and no one to help fill it? Is that really how you'd prefer your life to play out? Sure, the fact that you have many wonderful, true and close friends is amazing....but you're missing out on something bigger than you can even imagine.
I could type for days on end about the lengths that I would go to for you. The things I would do to make you happy, to care for you and to protect you. But I'm starting to realize that you're never going to care. I'm well aware that actions speak louder than words, but you won't let anyone get close enough to express actions, to SHOW you rather than TELL you.
I can't make you miss me. I can't make you understand how I feel. I can't make you grasp the concept that you're nothing without love. And unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I can't make you love me the way I love you.
Maybe knowing that means I can finally stop trying.
Fuck dating.
Wow, was I wrong.
I sit here now wondering why some of you are the way you are. You call and text me constantly, with your sweet nothings and asking me to spend time with you. And on the rare occasion that I accept such a request, you want nothing to do with me two days later. Until, of course, I forget you that exist once again and weeks or months later you're back at it.
I am not one for games. I don't believe that I should have to play them at my age because quite frankly, they're pointless. What do we gain from playing this constant back and forth game? The one where you only want me when you can't have me. The answer is: NOTHING. Neither party involved gains a single thing from these ridiculous antics, not even a fond memory.
I want no part in the late night calls, the countless texts and the words you use to sweet talk me. I want no part in your inability to make up your mind.
I simply don't understand why it is so difficult for men to decide what they want and stick to it. I'm sure the same can be said for women as well, but I'm certainly not in that group. I know what I want and I go after it, no matter the cost. I don't like to waste my time, nor do I like to waste the time of others.
Sure, I could date that sweet guy that I have no interest in knowing he would give me the world, but I would only be wasting time doing so. Killing time until the asshole I'm in love with woke up and realized that I've been in front of him this entire time, or until someone more exciting comes along.
Granted, I love the thrill of the chase, I always have. But chasing you has become more like running in circles, and I've got to say that my legs are starting to get tired. It's been years, isn't it time to give me a break already?
It's funny to me that you'll post the words "Can anyone find me someone to love" all over the internet, when what you're looking for has been standing here waiting for you for what feels like forever. You're either completely blind, or entirely too cold for my liking.
I'm sorry that I don't fit your pretentious ideals, but I can promise you that you'll never find someone who will love you as much as I do, and likely always will(because, my friend, I am an idiot when it comes to you).
I want you to know that what you've got now isn't going to last forever. Some day your star is going to burn out, and what will you be left with? Some girl that "loved" you when you were on top of the world, and only because you were on top of the world? A rash of STDs because sleeping around was more "fun" than "settling down"? Or perhaps, and this is the one I fear the most, a gaping hole where your heart used to be and no one to help fill it? Is that really how you'd prefer your life to play out? Sure, the fact that you have many wonderful, true and close friends is amazing....but you're missing out on something bigger than you can even imagine.
I could type for days on end about the lengths that I would go to for you. The things I would do to make you happy, to care for you and to protect you. But I'm starting to realize that you're never going to care. I'm well aware that actions speak louder than words, but you won't let anyone get close enough to express actions, to SHOW you rather than TELL you.
I can't make you miss me. I can't make you understand how I feel. I can't make you grasp the concept that you're nothing without love. And unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I can't make you love me the way I love you.
Maybe knowing that means I can finally stop trying.
Fuck dating.
Monday, January 5, 2009
You may be surprised....Facts
Some things about me that you may not have known.
You will only ever see what I let you see.
- When I say I'm a musician, I mean it. I've been singing since I was four years old, spent a decade in choir, musical theater and a couple of years working with a professional vocal coach. Music is consuming. It is my everything. I'm sure it sounds cliche, but I can feel it coursing through my veins. I've never wanted to do anything else, and I don't really care how "unrealistic" YOU think it is, I plan on making it my career.
- I say what I mean and I mean what I say. My words may not carry much weight to you, and I understand because most people speak merely to hear their own voices, but I am most certainly not one of them. If I tell you I hate you, run. If I tell you I want to be left alone, go away. If I tell you that you're amazing, it's because you are. And if I tell you that I love you, cherish those words because they aren't easy for me to say.
- I am not a vacuous bimbo. I am not eye candy. I was not put on this earth for men to gawk at, drool over or whistle at. I have a brain and an IQ of 140. I am intelligent, and I refuse to be treated otherwise. I despise being hit on and leered at. I do not dress like a slut because I'm not a slut. My tattoos and piercings do not mean I'm wild or trashy, they're my choice of self expression and my favorite form of art. Being objectified absolutely disgusts me, and the harder you try to "holla", the more I'm going to dislike you. Just so you know, I won't talk to you if, instead of using my name, you address me as any of the following; Sexy, Hottie, Hotness, Cutie, Girl, Gorgeous, Babe, Beautiful or anything of that kind. I have a name for a reason, use it. Do not address me in such a superficial manner. It's highly offensive, not flattering.
- NEVER CALL ME BABY. Only one person is allowed to refer me to as baby, and only because I love him.
- I enjoy reading, a lot.
- I love sci-fi.
- When I really like someone, I tend to flatter them constantly. I can't help it.
- I crave knowledge. I like to learn new things, be it a new skill or merely random facts. If you're not learning, you are not growing as a person.
-I loathe when people send me messages that say things like "Can I get at you?", "Can I tlk 2 u?", "How r u?", etc. It saddens me that people are too lazy to fully spell a three or four letter word. I also can't stand people that do not understand the concept of punctuation.
- I was a published poet many times over by the time I was 16. I won my first award for poetry at the age of 11 for a poem that I wrote when I was 10. After that, I continued to write and participate in speech & essay contests, poetry readings, etc. Writing is very important to me. I hope to write a handful of both fiction and non-fiction books.
- I am not stuck up, and I am baffled by the fact that people find me "intimidating". I may be a little cold to you at first, but if I like you and warm up you will find that I'm a total nerd. I do and say silly things constantly.
- I love laughing and making others laugh.
- I do not care for alcohol.
- I am sensory defensive, and I hope to be able to raise awareness about the condition. It IS real and it DOES affect the lives of people that suffer from it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensory_defensiveness
- I also hope to raise awareness about how poorly our disabled veterans are being treated.
- My father is part of that group. He is terminally ill with scleroderma, rheumatoid arthritis, raynauds and lupus. He is the strongest man I know, and most certainly my hero for fighting as hard as he does.
- I am a daddy's girl. That doesn't mean that I expect the men I date to spoil me, it just means that my Dad is one of my best friends. I spend a lot of time taking care of him and he means the world to me. Without him, I would not be half as strong, driven or ambitious.
- I enjoy baking, and am actually pretty good at it.
- I am extremely picky yet ridiculously easy to please. I like things the way I like them(thank you, OCD), and I take pleasure in simple things. I prefer quiet settings and nights in over crowds and parties. I can do both, but I am extremely low-key.
-I am more impressed by a man that can stay in with me for a night and just be with me than I am by a man that takes me out. I do not need or want jewelry, money, expensive dinners, or any other sort of material objects. If I like you, I am content with your time, attention and respect.
- I'm extremely caring towards those I love. If you are sick, I will take care of you. I'll always ask if you need something when I get up to leave the room. I will bake for you. That's just the kind of person I am. I ENJOY MAKING THE PEOPLE I LOVE HAPPY.
- I pay attention to details. What's important to you is important to me. If I know you like something and have yet to acquire it, I will go out of my way to get it for you. I'm thoughtful, and I wish more people were in return.
- I once dated someone that couldn't tell me what color my eyes were. I am still insulted by that to this day.
- I'm a sucker for white roses, but no guy has ever given me any. It doesn't really matter, seeing as they only mean as much coming from the right person.
- I don't need big gestures to know you care. A random phone call or a simple kiss can say more than any elaborate gesture you could scheme up.
- I was born in San Diego, California. After moving a lot growing up, it is still the only place I will call home.
- Give me snow or rain and cold weather over heat, sun and humidity any day.
- I am PRO CHOICE and all for equal rights for same sex couples.
That's enough for right now.
You will only ever see what I let you see.
- When I say I'm a musician, I mean it. I've been singing since I was four years old, spent a decade in choir, musical theater and a couple of years working with a professional vocal coach. Music is consuming. It is my everything. I'm sure it sounds cliche, but I can feel it coursing through my veins. I've never wanted to do anything else, and I don't really care how "unrealistic" YOU think it is, I plan on making it my career.
- I say what I mean and I mean what I say. My words may not carry much weight to you, and I understand because most people speak merely to hear their own voices, but I am most certainly not one of them. If I tell you I hate you, run. If I tell you I want to be left alone, go away. If I tell you that you're amazing, it's because you are. And if I tell you that I love you, cherish those words because they aren't easy for me to say.
- I'm an awkward person, especially towards those I am romantically interested in. All of my Gemini charm goes out the window the second my knees are weak. I swear, I am not socially retarded, I just get nervous sometimes.
- I am truly and terribly impatient.
- I can be extremely sarcastic.
- I'm an aggressive driver. My lack of patience is amplified by a thousand and my horn is one of my best friends, as is my middle finger. If you pull out into the left lane doing 15 mph(when I'm clearly doing 70+), I am going to do one or all of the following three things: flash my brights as a signal for you to get over, honk my horn, and finally, if you refuse to get in the slow lane(likely your rightful place, not only on the highway but in the world as well) I will furiously pass you and make my annoyance known. If I'm already speeding and you want to speed around me, I'm going to speed up(especially if I can box you in) and refuse to let you get around me. Why? Because you're an asshole. If you want to "race" me at a light, get ready to lose. It's always funny when some dude pulls up next to me, glances at me for a moment, then revs his engine. You want to bring it, go ahead, I'll be happy to beat you.
- I'm aggressive in general. I won't take shit from you. I won't let you degrade or belittle me. If I find out that you're talking shit about me, I will confront you. When it comes to things I truly want, I will not take no for an answer. If I disagree with you, I will make it known. If you want to debate or argue, I will debate or argue until a.) I win or b.) you give up from exhaustion or c.) I learn something. And most importantly, if you mess with me or the people I love, I will tear you the fuck apart.
- I am obviously not afraid to speak my mind. I enjoy speaking up for causes I believe in and taking a stand against the things I don't.
- Don't let my aggressive side fool you, I can be the sweetest girl you will ever meet if you get on my good side.
- I am an extremely passionate person.- I am not a vacuous bimbo. I am not eye candy. I was not put on this earth for men to gawk at, drool over or whistle at. I have a brain and an IQ of 140. I am intelligent, and I refuse to be treated otherwise. I despise being hit on and leered at. I do not dress like a slut because I'm not a slut. My tattoos and piercings do not mean I'm wild or trashy, they're my choice of self expression and my favorite form of art. Being objectified absolutely disgusts me, and the harder you try to "holla", the more I'm going to dislike you. Just so you know, I won't talk to you if, instead of using my name, you address me as any of the following; Sexy, Hottie, Hotness, Cutie, Girl, Gorgeous, Babe, Beautiful or anything of that kind. I have a name for a reason, use it. Do not address me in such a superficial manner. It's highly offensive, not flattering.
- NEVER CALL ME BABY. Only one person is allowed to refer me to as baby, and only because I love him.
- I enjoy reading, a lot.
- I love sci-fi.
- When I really like someone, I tend to flatter them constantly. I can't help it.
- I crave knowledge. I like to learn new things, be it a new skill or merely random facts. If you're not learning, you are not growing as a person.
-I loathe when people send me messages that say things like "Can I get at you?", "Can I tlk 2 u?", "How r u?", etc. It saddens me that people are too lazy to fully spell a three or four letter word. I also can't stand people that do not understand the concept of punctuation.
- I was a published poet many times over by the time I was 16. I won my first award for poetry at the age of 11 for a poem that I wrote when I was 10. After that, I continued to write and participate in speech & essay contests, poetry readings, etc. Writing is very important to me. I hope to write a handful of both fiction and non-fiction books.
- I am not stuck up, and I am baffled by the fact that people find me "intimidating". I may be a little cold to you at first, but if I like you and warm up you will find that I'm a total nerd. I do and say silly things constantly.
- I love laughing and making others laugh.
- I do not care for alcohol.
- I am sensory defensive, and I hope to be able to raise awareness about the condition. It IS real and it DOES affect the lives of people that suffer from it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensory_defensiveness
- I also hope to raise awareness about how poorly our disabled veterans are being treated.
- My father is part of that group. He is terminally ill with scleroderma, rheumatoid arthritis, raynauds and lupus. He is the strongest man I know, and most certainly my hero for fighting as hard as he does.
- I am a daddy's girl. That doesn't mean that I expect the men I date to spoil me, it just means that my Dad is one of my best friends. I spend a lot of time taking care of him and he means the world to me. Without him, I would not be half as strong, driven or ambitious.
- I enjoy baking, and am actually pretty good at it.
- I am extremely picky yet ridiculously easy to please. I like things the way I like them(thank you, OCD), and I take pleasure in simple things. I prefer quiet settings and nights in over crowds and parties. I can do both, but I am extremely low-key.
-I am more impressed by a man that can stay in with me for a night and just be with me than I am by a man that takes me out. I do not need or want jewelry, money, expensive dinners, or any other sort of material objects. If I like you, I am content with your time, attention and respect.
- I'm extremely caring towards those I love. If you are sick, I will take care of you. I'll always ask if you need something when I get up to leave the room. I will bake for you. That's just the kind of person I am. I ENJOY MAKING THE PEOPLE I LOVE HAPPY.
- I pay attention to details. What's important to you is important to me. If I know you like something and have yet to acquire it, I will go out of my way to get it for you. I'm thoughtful, and I wish more people were in return.
- I once dated someone that couldn't tell me what color my eyes were. I am still insulted by that to this day.
- I'm a sucker for white roses, but no guy has ever given me any. It doesn't really matter, seeing as they only mean as much coming from the right person.
- I don't need big gestures to know you care. A random phone call or a simple kiss can say more than any elaborate gesture you could scheme up.
- I was born in San Diego, California. After moving a lot growing up, it is still the only place I will call home.
- Give me snow or rain and cold weather over heat, sun and humidity any day.
- I am PRO CHOICE and all for equal rights for same sex couples.
That's enough for right now.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Rant of the Day: Starbucks Etiquette
I go to the same Starbucks every day. Though I no longer drink coffee, I still enjoy a hot drink and the wonderful people that work there. This Starbucks is my turf, the people inside are like family and friends(yes, I really go there that much). I included these people in my Thank You notes in the EP I recorded with The Soundtrack, THAT is how much they are a part of my daily routine. Nearly everyone knows my name and my drink, and they know that it's very rare that I will ever change anything other than what size I want.
I'm a big fan of being able to walk in, grab my drink and go. Usually, this is possible. Sometimes, however, there are people that feel the need to fuck up my perfect routine. They stand in line, not knowing what the hell they want, but refuse to let you go first. They stand at the register and ask questions on what's what and why is Tall really Small and BLAH BLAH. My favorite is when they can't pronounce the word "Macchiato", or when they ask what espresso is. Listen asshole, if you don't know the difference between a latte and a cappuccino, you've got no business holding up the line. Go to Dunkin Donuts or McDonald's and grab a cup of "coffee", because there are a lot less options on those boards for you to waste time debating over.
I worked as a barista for many years, so I know firsthand that the person working behind the counter likely hates you when you do any of the following:
-You know the store is packed yet you order a ridiculously huge order
-You make the barista re-make all of your drinks before you barely even take a sip
-You make the barista re-make all of your drinks when it's super fucking busy
-You don't know what you want
-You don't pick up your drink when it's called and then complain
-You bitch over a tiny mistake
-You are obnoxious or rude
-You are a bitch
-You throw a fucking fit when someone gets their drink before you
Listen, don't piss off your barista, especially if you plan on coming in again. They will remember you, and your drink will NEVER be top notch. In fact, when people used to piss me off, I purposely gave them decaf.
Most of the time, the people behind that counter work very hard to make you something wonderful, so don't be rude. And don't be rude to the customers that already know what they want. If you're going to take forever, just let other people go before you.
Oh yeah, and leave your screaming children at home. Sure, they serve kid friendly drinks, but it's NOT a playground. Those of us that go there for the atmosphere don't appreciate you ruining our five dollar cup of whatever with your annoying little children. If it were up to me, they wouldn't be allowed.
Think about this the next time you go to Starbucks, because if you are one of "those people", you need to fucking fix that. You annoy me to no end and I would gladly punch you if I could.
I'm a big fan of being able to walk in, grab my drink and go. Usually, this is possible. Sometimes, however, there are people that feel the need to fuck up my perfect routine. They stand in line, not knowing what the hell they want, but refuse to let you go first. They stand at the register and ask questions on what's what and why is Tall really Small and BLAH BLAH. My favorite is when they can't pronounce the word "Macchiato", or when they ask what espresso is. Listen asshole, if you don't know the difference between a latte and a cappuccino, you've got no business holding up the line. Go to Dunkin Donuts or McDonald's and grab a cup of "coffee", because there are a lot less options on those boards for you to waste time debating over.
I worked as a barista for many years, so I know firsthand that the person working behind the counter likely hates you when you do any of the following:
-You know the store is packed yet you order a ridiculously huge order
-You make the barista re-make all of your drinks before you barely even take a sip
-You make the barista re-make all of your drinks when it's super fucking busy
-You don't know what you want
-You don't pick up your drink when it's called and then complain
-You bitch over a tiny mistake
-You are obnoxious or rude
-You are a bitch
-You throw a fucking fit when someone gets their drink before you
Listen, don't piss off your barista, especially if you plan on coming in again. They will remember you, and your drink will NEVER be top notch. In fact, when people used to piss me off, I purposely gave them decaf.
Most of the time, the people behind that counter work very hard to make you something wonderful, so don't be rude. And don't be rude to the customers that already know what they want. If you're going to take forever, just let other people go before you.
Oh yeah, and leave your screaming children at home. Sure, they serve kid friendly drinks, but it's NOT a playground. Those of us that go there for the atmosphere don't appreciate you ruining our five dollar cup of whatever with your annoying little children. If it were up to me, they wouldn't be allowed.
Think about this the next time you go to Starbucks, because if you are one of "those people", you need to fucking fix that. You annoy me to no end and I would gladly punch you if I could.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I love you, but it's a secret
Lately, it seems as though I've been weighed down by a secret that I'm only keeping from one person. It's no secret to my close friends and family, and it certainly is no secret to me. Really, it's no secret to anyone that looks into my eyes. How you can't see it, I'll never know. Perhaps you've never really looked. Or, perhaps you've seen the truth and just couldn't face it.
The trick is, telling YOU how I feel. I can tell you everything else, why not this?
No one has ever captured my heart in such a way. I'm starting to think this feeling will remain somewhere in me long after we've given up on one another, when all you are is a distant memory burning in the back of my mind. Right now, there is no one else. In my eyes, anything else would be settling for second best. Bold statements, but entirely true. I don't need to spend every day with you to know that what I feel for you is love. I know it's love because, no matter how much I want to hate you, I can't shake it. My heart skips when you talk to me, my knees go weak when you touch me and I find myself waiting for the day I get to give it a go again. I can tell you just about anything, and you're always there for me when I need it most.
How do you tell someone you love them, when they barely care as it is? If I told you that I love you, would you run away? Or would you grasp onto it and never let go?
I wish I could melt your heart the way you've melted mine.
The trick is, telling YOU how I feel. I can tell you everything else, why not this?
No one has ever captured my heart in such a way. I'm starting to think this feeling will remain somewhere in me long after we've given up on one another, when all you are is a distant memory burning in the back of my mind. Right now, there is no one else. In my eyes, anything else would be settling for second best. Bold statements, but entirely true. I don't need to spend every day with you to know that what I feel for you is love. I know it's love because, no matter how much I want to hate you, I can't shake it. My heart skips when you talk to me, my knees go weak when you touch me and I find myself waiting for the day I get to give it a go again. I can tell you just about anything, and you're always there for me when I need it most.
How do you tell someone you love them, when they barely care as it is? If I told you that I love you, would you run away? Or would you grasp onto it and never let go?
I wish I could melt your heart the way you've melted mine.
2009: Year of the Cupcake
This is my year. It's time to find the right musicians and get a new band underway. I'm ready to take the music world by storm, or least cause a tiny ripple in the overflowing pool of music out there. I'm also ready to get my first book going. I've started writing it several times, but I end up hating everything I write and delete it. I'm an artist, I'm supposed to be my own worst critic.
I'm ready for more photo shoots, my own website and some new songs to toss around the internet.
I'm ready to play more shows.
I'm ready to be recording again.
I'm ready to tour.
I'm ready for you, New Year, and I'm hopeful that you bring me some success.
XoXo
I'm ready for more photo shoots, my own website and some new songs to toss around the internet.
I'm ready to play more shows.
I'm ready to be recording again.
I'm ready to tour.
I'm ready for you, New Year, and I'm hopeful that you bring me some success.
XoXo
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