itunes.

with nothing better to do . . . i figured i'd write . . . with my earphones in my ear.

"i know you say you love me girl . . . i know you say you love me girl . . problem is you prolly tell that sh*t to everybody , so we hear you talkin' boo but we just don't believe you."

-this is what happens when you miss someone.
you listen to all of the songs that remind you of them.

i can't stop thinking about how mother nature's messing things up for me.
it's supposed to snow some ten inches by tomorrow afternoon - . . .blown?
pretty much.

his birthday card's sitting next to me.

excluding the words written by the card company , the card's blank .
it's patiently waiting for a few of my own words.
& i'm patiently waiting for the right words . . .

hmm . . .

i feel like throwing up .

i'm stressing over nothing &
my stomach's performing it's own roller coaster ride.

why do i always try to escape from everything?
is it then , that i feel the most comfortable ,
& safe?

this song automatically started playing on my ipod :

"i don't know why you love me . . . & that's why i love you. you catch me when i fall , accept me flaws and all . . . & that's why i love you."

that's exactly how i feel , while at the same time ,
other parts of the song seem to relate perfectly.

". . . when i need attention i tend to nag. i'm a host of imperfections, & you see past all that."

January 5th can't come soon enough,
i want these things perfected!

"i don't like to kiss , but i really like your lips."

"you belong to me tonight , my love . all i wanna do is make love slow."

"i can be your easy , anytime , clothing optional girl . . . & you can be my everyday do-it-good man."

gahhhhh,
i need to write in this card.