Sunday, September 07, 2008

Full Circle

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Goodye Cruel World.

I took a 45-min shower in anticipation of 'less than 5 min' shower times for the next 2 weeks. While doing that, I tried to figure out why women take forever inside showers. Well I didn't manage to find out why.

But I did manage to learn how to pick up my soap if I dropped it and at the same time defend my behind. I'm sure that'll come in useful.

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go


Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Well, I'm leaving on a boat.
See ya in 2 weeks.

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Finally, finally.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

The Trouble With Love Is.

"Therefore I lie with her and she with me. And in our faults by lies we flattered be."


Too many times we use love as an excuse to deny the truth that is staring right at our faces. Like the flickering flame on a candle, we earnestly try to retain the last dying embers of flame. When the flame fizzles out limply, we refuse that reality and search vainly for another explanation. When do we remove our rose-tinted glasses and stare at the abyss right between the eyes?

The trouble with love is?
We believe it's real.