Home is Wherever I'm With You

Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.



Thoughts to self:

This song makes me tear up and get all emotional. Normally I would hate something like this, but it's quickly becoming a favorite of all time. I would like a long long car ride to nowhere in particular and have this song play on shuffle. Reach over and squeeze my hand. Take me anywhere and it would be fine. I'm with you. Jeez, I'm way too much of a romantic to be single. But with douche-heads covering every square foot of America it's impossible to be romantic. Ever notice how divorce is slowly becoming normal, and marriages rare. Happiness with another is impossible to attain. I keep trucking along. This blog would die, I've been told if a "me and you" were to happen. The teller prefers me to be single and miserable-three-days-of-the-month, the writings would have their zing and humor he finds addicting and entertaining. I'm tired though and Brazil seems promising right now. Brazil though enjoys the spotlight he gets from being in a band and girls wanting to throw their breasts in his face. Never think ahead.

Besides if my zing and humor changes because a person is making go stupid, it wouldn't last forever. Maybe a day and half, enough time to realize that stupidity doesn't go well on me. With the exception of me acting stupid/too lazy to think/putting on a performance it's really not my stylo.

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I want to see them live. Who's in?


edit: I didn't realize I was fetching a bitching attitude until momma pointed it out. How did I get so angry out of no where? Weird.