SoMuchCloser

I remember dancing by the light of one lamp while you sang Michael Buble to me, as rain fell outside.
I remember laying on the bare carpet in an empty room with nothing but the xbox, which was playing “The Wolves, Act I & II.”
I remember driving down winding country roads with wind in my hair, eyes and mouth, arguing over Incubus lyrics.
I remember the first time we met, and we sat down and played “Shelter.” And we were in awe of one another.

They’ve ruined some music for me, and made some better. And I’m going to return to them tomorrow, in hopes of a good time and some closure on wanting to go back there.

I remember dancing by the light of one lamp while you sang Michael Buble to me, as rain fell outside.
I remember laying on the bare carpet in an empty room with nothing but the xbox, which was playing “The Wolves, Act I & II.”
I remember driving down winding country roads with wind in my hair, eyes and mouth, arguing over Incubus lyrics.
I remember the first time we met, and we sat down and played “Shelter.” And we were in awe of one another.

They’ve ruined some music for me, and made some better. And I’m going to return to them tomorrow, in hopes of a good time and some closure on wanting to go back there.

I remember dancing by the light of one lamp while you sang Michael Buble to me, as rain fell outside.
I remember laying on the bare carpet in an empty room with nothing but the xbox, which was playing “The Wolves, Act I & II.”
I remember driving down winding country roads with wind in my hair, eyes and mouth, arguing over Incubus lyrics.
I remember the first time we met, and we sat down and played “Shelter.” And we were in awe of one another.

They’ve ruined some music for me, and made some better. And I’m going to return to them tomorrow, in hopes of a good time and some closure on wanting to go back there.

I remember dancing by the light of one lamp while you sang Michael Buble to me, as rain fell outside.
I remember laying on the bare carpet in an empty room with nothing but the xbox, which was playing “The Wolves, Act I & II.”
I remember driving down winding country roads with wind in my hair, eyes and mouth, arguing over Incubus lyrics.
I remember the first time we met, and we sat down and played “Shelter.” And we were in awe of one another.

They’ve ruined some music for me, and made some better. And I’m going to return to them tomorrow, in hopes of a good time and some closure on wanting to go back there.

ok, so. one of my horoscopes for today says “You are likely to make several new acquaintances who will be usefull contacts in the future, when you want to have a wild time. However, you should be wary of an unscrupulous person whom you may find irresistible. Blind impulse could get you into trouble.” haha, oh boy. 1) i am going to a party in lynn tonight, so of course i will make these new friends who will become wild contacts, and 2) i know exactly who this unscrupulous person is (unless i meet another one), and i really hope i don’t have the chance to say a word to him. or blind impulse may come into play.

i was already thinking of ways to get out of said halloween plans, but i might as well go. i really don’t want to…my brother’s friends & this northshore crowd are not really my idea of a good time. and i will most likely be left by everyone i know at some point because they will have moved on to talk to someone they could sleep with before morning comes. so, i’m geared up for that sort of evening. but really, here, i have no other option. i could go to a peabody party and find other conflicts.

yes, i’m cynical.

but talk to me in the morning, i will hopefully have been wrong.

xxo!

i am waiting at my dad’s for a lyco friend to pick me up to go to a celtics game. how strange, and wonderful! she is visiting her brother, who lives not too far from me, and she is the reason i am going to my first real basketball game. she couldn’t believe i’d never been to a celtics game before…

i wore my costume to work today, and it was an oddly uninteresting day. i thought it might spice things up. maybe it will work tomorrow night…though i’m hesitant of this party scene.

i am excited, though, that my fabulous november will start soon. i’m itching to travel, and more than excited about the people i’m going to see in the coming weeks. maybe then i’ll feel like i’m living again.

be safe this weekend, kids.

xxo