Friday, September 25, 2009

"The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth." - William Shakespeare

For Jordan - Semptember 2009:
  1. Hey Jealousy - The Gin Blossoms
  2. Don't Ask Me Why - Billy Joel
  3. I Try - Macy Gray
  4. My Love - Lykke Li
  5. Shooting Shark - Blue Oyster Cult
  6. Whipping Boy - Train
  7. In Love Without You - Brandon Clark
  8. Finding Me - Vertical Horizon
  9. I Want to Be the Boy - The White Stripes
  10. Good Love is on the Way - John Mayer
  11. Your Way - Jamie Cullum
  12. Call Me on Your Way Back Home - Ryan Adams
  13. You've Got Her in Your Pocket - The White Stripes
  14. Zebraskin - Dredg
  15. I Want You So Bad - Heart
  16. I Wanna Be a Kennedey - Kill Hannah
  17. Careless - Ella Fitzgerald
  18. Forever Young - So They Say
  19. Cold Desert - Kings of Leon

I've been thinking a lot about being in love with people who are never going to actually going to love you back. This sucks a lot. Unrequited love...

Anyway...that cd is a mix made for a friend who is in that situation. Sometimes the person you think is truly perfect and wonderful and beautiful and fantastic and brilliant and hilarious...but maybe they aren't. How often do we lie to ourselves?

I want to be the exception. To be the girl that throws off one guys life and existence.

Jordan shouldn't have to take a backseat to anyone. Nikky shouldn't and neither should I.

Just a thought.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Plan

Favorite things of this very moment (9:10 am CST):
  • Hearing from Nikky last night, so I know she's not dead
  • Sunshine warming my toes and being so golden and glorious that you wish you could pour it into a cup and drink it all in
  • Contemplating the things that I've recently tried for the first time
  • Wondering what good deeds I will manage to accomplish this week
  • A&W Cream Soda
  • Phil Keaggy's "Acoustic Sketches" album

Last night, Nikky and I formed an elaborate plan to deal with the traumatic loves we have had for years. All we need now is the money and to find ways around the Geneva Convention laws...

You see, what could be more brilliant than stranding the people that have truly crushed and maimed your heart on a tiny, sandy desert island somewhere in the south Pacific surrounded by rabid sharks and no communication with the outside world. There would be a speaker system that would play one song on continuous loop for a full month. One month would be a scratched, skipping version of the Jonas Brothers' "Lovebug," another would be "Honky Tonk Badonk a Donk" (however that's actually spelled), and maybe something by the Backstreet Boys or Kenny Chesney's "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" at other times. We'd give them Crisco mislabeled as sunscreen. All the preprocessed food we'd drop for them would be wrapped in pictures of David Bowie's pants from "The Labyrinth." All their blankets and other forms of shelter would also feature that lovely photo. We'd leave them a guitar with the G and B chords missing, a defective camera, and a biting hamster for entertainment. We might even let a group of angry weasels live with them on the island.