Friday, November 30, 2012

If you're looking for one more chance

You've got the wrong song, coming through your speakers; this one's about a liar and a cheater. Didn't know what he had 'till it was gone. You got the wrong girl 'cause I've got your number. Don't know what kind of spell you think I'm under.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Just knowing, no one could take your place.

And sometimes, I wonder, who you'd be today.

Rest and relaxation, for once happiness.

I've been in my bed before midnight every day this week. Goo me! That totally deserves a prize!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Discretion advised.

Sooo I rarely post things this explicit but this is necessary. I wish I had have been given a bullet or sex toy years ago. Seriously. They are better than men in many ways. Like for me, single and happy, it's much less slutty than men.
Another pro, I always finish. There's no worries that's 'he' will finish before I do. That is never ever a problem. I always finish, usually twice. Like boys cannot compare because they get lazy.
I must admit that number twelve was really good at making sure I was good unless I faked it. Which be honest girls, it happens. He finished early, he'd make sure I finished or was more than satisfied which was appreciated.
However I always thought it was taboo. It was inappropriate for me to be satisfied without a man. I don't know if its age and maturity or lack of actual sex hahaha or too much watching Sex and the City. Life is good and I am happy and relaxed.

sometimes it's hard to believe I could have been that wrong.

"Somebody somewhere is saying those things I know I should have said. Somebody somewhere ain’t gonna let her go quite as easy as I did. I hope that she’s happy as much as it hurts me to see it all go down from here. Yeah, there’s somebody out there holding my somebody somewhere."

One day, there's going to be somebody somewhere that's saying all the things you know you should have said. Somebody somewhere who isn't going to let me go quite as easy as you did. And I'm going to be happy as much as it hurts you to see it all go down from there because somebody somewhere is going to be holding your somebody somewhere. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Plague.

I can feel my cold breaking up. That's great news now I'm going to be the disgusting person who is full if phlegm and a leaking nose and watering eyes.
I sound like on the mucous commercial it's actually disgusting.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

mind boggling.

I find it simply mind blowing how accurate personality tests can be. I just did one and I'd say about 90 percent of it is more than accurate.

oh please, just, let me please break down.

I think I needed that tonight. To break down I mean. I have been pretending that I am not hurting for nearly three months. It is about time my heart broken open and let out some feelings. Tears are supposed to be healing right? Well, I feel a little bit better; a little lighter.

Salt water heals.

Just in case you wanted to know, I bawled the whole way home from Calgary today. I honestly am so pathetic.

Memories sneak up on me, wherever I go.

Please tell me it's not true, I didn't mean that much to you.

How'd you turn so cold, where's the girl I used to know?

A car like you used to drive, pulled beside me today at the lights, chances to break down and cry wherever I go.

How can love like that just up and walk away.

There ain't nothing like a memory, when it's coming on strong like a hurricane.