Like the Deserts Miss the Rain (lyrics in part)

Oh, the best midnight snack? Wunderbreat toast, with peanut budder and strawl-barry jamb. You may wonder why the mis-spellings, given my penchant for grammar and correctness? Um, on account-a-because it's 4 a.m. and hate waking up and my brain is flying. The toast thing is totally something my gramma cole used to do. Not for midnight snacks, but for mid-morning snackz.

Sidebar: Gramma Cole's house was a myriad of scents and tastes. Cold coffee, cigarette smoke, Palm Olive dish washing liquid, yucky bathroom smell after someone used it, and pledge dusting polish.

Almost a tie between Anne Murray's Another Sleepless Night... but I'm getting ready to go back to bed, and plus, I'm not sleepless because of the reason Ms. Murray sites in her song; I'm lonely. Therefore you guys get the sad and lonely version tonight.

It has a great beat, you can dance to it like the Roxbury Boys and furthermore, you can croon it when you miss your loved one.

by Everything but the Girl

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
and past your door
But you don't live there any more

It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run

I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout
down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain

Let's talk about trust...

It seems to me that when you put your heart in someone else's hands, there needs to be a modicum of trust between the two of you. But trust is not something steady -- it follows the ebb and flow of happy and sad times in your life; it rises and falls, grows and receeds, as does the way that life itself wishes and washes and wears away with time.

There seems to be a bit of the flow, the fall, the low-tide in my world recently. Not that things are specifically bad... but we miss eachother. With that missing comes doubting that things will be okay in either the Land of OK or the Land of CA.

Missing U..

(I Ain't) Missing You

by John Waite

Every time I think of you,
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here,
and you're miles away
And I'm wonderin' why you left
And there's a storm that's raging
through my frozen heart tonight

I hear your name in certain circles,
and it always makes me smile
I spend my time thinkin' about you,
and it's almost driving me wild
And there's a heart that's breaking
down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all
since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you,
no matter what I might say

There's a message in the wire,
and I'm sending you this signal tonight
You don't know how desperate I've become
And it looks like I'm losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning,
though I'm trying hard to understand
And it's my heart that's breaking
down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you,
No matter what my friends say
And there's a message that I'm sending out,
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can't bridge this distance,
Stop this heartbreak Overload

I ain't missing you,
I ain't missing you,
I can lie to Myself

Baby Fever

I have it and freely admit it. At night, instead of dreaming of torrid affairs and sexual experiences with my lover.... the dreams are filled with sheltering a little one from a hail storm, or snuggling in to watch a cartoon, eat a snack, read a book in bed. Nestling my nose into her freshly washed and dried little red curls and trying not to weep out loud because I love her more than I ever thought I could.

Oh, to wash the little feet and change diapers and feed a tiny helpless soul. To nourish and clothe and sustain the life of one that came from me. It's overwhelming and I never thought I'd feel this way. I want this so much it actually hurts.

So I've changed my priorities in life from finding the cutest, most successful husband on the block, to finding a stable, fun, interesting, intelligent, ethical, moral, Godly man who wants to make and raise little babies as my partner.


Cave-woman Weather Forecaster say...
Me hate busy day.

Alright Folks... agree? It sucks, sometimes, to be a responsible adult.

Seriously. Today I have to work for 10 hours, study for an upcoming exam for 3 hours, and kill a stray mouse that woke me up from a sound sleep last night. I want to call up Mr. Wonderful and chat for an hour, then take a nap. I have to pay my bills. I want to go to the mall and buy something cute or sultry to wear the next time he is in town from California. I have to be responsible. I want to party.

I wrote a blog about it, but apparently forgot to save it, as it's not been posted. Not all is lost, however... I do recall telling my boyfriend that I am cured from eating in in my room(on principle, he hates people who eat in bed) because I watched a little mousie (about 4 inches too long for my taste) tow away a little Kraft Single's Wrapper from my midnight snack last night at about 0100.

Mice are the grossest thing that exist in common domesticated households. Besides rotting produce, that is. That little rat-b@$7@rd was peaking at me, taunting, and otherwise rabel-rousing in my presence. He knew that I knew that he knew I was watching him watch me! The nerve!

Top 10 Retorts to my ex's latest comment.

First, we must examine the comment: "I bet you're getting hit on more than me. Well, at least I had a good piece of ass for 11 years." I told a friend that being raped was easier than dealing with that shit-ass remark. That was not entirely true, although the remark completely demoralized me when I read it. I'm not exactly mad, disappointed or whatever.... but I have, after the fact, come up with a number of cruel responses.

10. Wait... are you actually insinuating that you wanted me?
9. I wasn't good because of you.... it was in spite of you.
8. Geez, I had enough free time alone.. it's reasonable to assume that I did some interesting reading.
7. So when you screamed in my face, threatened me, and generally made me hate my life... you were trying to say .. what..? That you were glad I was there? Oh I see.
6.

This is stupid. And I don't have enough time to really sort it out and be clever about it.