This heart was frozen
It will not thaw by beating
And beating it will not make it thaw
Only time
Only warm understanding
Underneath....it still longed to hold you
It would have been different if you were in it's arms
Just once
Fear will never fit
Well things are things. And things happen to things with things. Things are only human.
I have Bob Dylan stuck in my head. No surprise there...
But the particular song conducting a broken-record disco in my mind at the moment, is one of a melancholy and doleful nature. So i warn that no matter how hard i try...this post may reek of a wistful tone.
The majority of today, was spent having long and deep conversations with Casey. My tattoo artist / best-friend.
Well actually it was one conversation, as it concentrated on only one topic. And as i am trying to avoid being doleful, we shall omit the contents of said conversation.
The rest was spent celebrating my other best-friend's birthday. And let me tell you this....nothing takes your mind off the blues like dancing...
Yes...of course it being friday...i went down to Mod Club with Shannon, Dayna and Skully.
I am a creature of habit. And habits are hard to break. Especially when you are just so damn good at it....
From there we proceeded to Blackadder HQ, to finish off the night. With the entire city it seemed.
But only i was smart enough to stop by at the gas station and pick up a bag of oreo's.
Yes people asked, and no...i would not share. Oreo's are not a delicious tasty treat. They are so much more....oh so much more....
They can't be handed out to just any ordinary, intoxicated kvetch...
If you want one of my Oreo's....it will take charm.
But in retrospect...with the way my mind was tonight...even charm would not have saved you. So i apologise for rigging the game in favour of the house.
Some would say i'm an ass..... but it's always the ones that didn't get a cookie.
Seeing as i was in a mood generally less desirable, i did not carry about in a trivial and eccentric manner. I am so disappointed in myself.
But in lieu of creating moments for wonderful tales, my main activity for the night, was to ask people questions that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I amused myself greatly.
I'm also pretty sure i wore my big, green, binocular shades the entire night. Yes i know some think it is lame to wear shades at night...but it's all about how you wear it.
But i find the more pertinent question is....do i really care?...
So that is it for now. I'm coming across pompus, and there is not much interesting to tell. It was just one of those nights, where your heart and mind just was in another place. And therefore had no hope of being entertaining.
I shall be better next time. I promise.
Cross my heart...hope not to die...
It will not thaw by beating
And beating it will not make it thaw
Only time
Only warm understanding
Underneath....it still longed to hold you
It would have been different if you were in it's arms
Just once
Fear will never fit
Well things are things. And things happen to things with things. Things are only human.
I have Bob Dylan stuck in my head. No surprise there...
But the particular song conducting a broken-record disco in my mind at the moment, is one of a melancholy and doleful nature. So i warn that no matter how hard i try...this post may reek of a wistful tone.
The majority of today, was spent having long and deep conversations with Casey. My tattoo artist / best-friend.
Well actually it was one conversation, as it concentrated on only one topic. And as i am trying to avoid being doleful, we shall omit the contents of said conversation.
The rest was spent celebrating my other best-friend's birthday. And let me tell you this....nothing takes your mind off the blues like dancing...
Yes...of course it being friday...i went down to Mod Club with Shannon, Dayna and Skully.
I am a creature of habit. And habits are hard to break. Especially when you are just so damn good at it....
From there we proceeded to Blackadder HQ, to finish off the night. With the entire city it seemed.
But only i was smart enough to stop by at the gas station and pick up a bag of oreo's.
Yes people asked, and no...i would not share. Oreo's are not a delicious tasty treat. They are so much more....oh so much more....
They can't be handed out to just any ordinary, intoxicated kvetch...
If you want one of my Oreo's....it will take charm.
But in retrospect...with the way my mind was tonight...even charm would not have saved you. So i apologise for rigging the game in favour of the house.
Some would say i'm an ass..... but it's always the ones that didn't get a cookie.
Seeing as i was in a mood generally less desirable, i did not carry about in a trivial and eccentric manner. I am so disappointed in myself.
But in lieu of creating moments for wonderful tales, my main activity for the night, was to ask people questions that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I amused myself greatly.
I'm also pretty sure i wore my big, green, binocular shades the entire night. Yes i know some think it is lame to wear shades at night...but it's all about how you wear it.
But i find the more pertinent question is....do i really care?...
So that is it for now. I'm coming across pompus, and there is not much interesting to tell. It was just one of those nights, where your heart and mind just was in another place. And therefore had no hope of being entertaining.
I shall be better next time. I promise.
Cross my heart...hope not to die...
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Never underestimate the bond between a man and his oreos.