She was a cosmic mess, an emotional weathervane torn between doing what she needed to do for herself, and what was expected of her by everyone else.

NO blind dates! Been there, done that, was scared ta death!

I love Ed; we can hold a monosyllabic conversation that would make primates jealous.

I fumble with the matches, wondering what I did with my lighter. I could have sworn I had it before I entered the bar, but lighters are tricky that way. Lighters are an unfaithful lot and have a tendency to wander, but matches are loyal. They stick with you even if you accidentally wash them. I finally get the match to light and I make an asinine comment in my head, ‘Look! Carmen make fire.’ I follow that thought with some ape grunting noises. I made a funny and I chuckle at myself.

After your laughter like thunder
After your skin like coffee and cream
After it takes our bodies into the night
After we've come to the extreme

I want to lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I want to listen to your heart beat
And your breathing on and on
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to your peace
And go to sleep

And when we've gone a million miles
Made true our dreams with sweat and bone
After we've built it up with our bare hands
Made strong a place we can call home

And when the light in my eye is fading
When running water becomes too deep
Finally angels turn my fire to dust
And when my soul's no longer mine to keep

I want to lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I want to listen to your heartbeat
And your breathing on and on
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to the peace
And just go to sleep

I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it.
I will give you encouragment to choose the path you want if you need it.
You can speak of anger and doubts, your fears and freak-outs and I'll hold it.
You can share your so-called "shamefilled" accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it.
And there are no strings attached to it.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it.
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it.
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it.
You can ask for anything you want, anything at all and I'll understand it.
And there are no strings attached to it.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop.
I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up.
I bet you're wondering how far you have now danced your way back into debt.
This is the only kind of love, as I understand it, that there really is.

You can express your deepest of truths, even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss, I'll empathize with.
You can say that you'll have to skip town to chase your passion and I'll hear it.
You can even hit rock bottom, have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it.
And there are no strings attached.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
and you owe me nothing in return.

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and I find it to be the most perfect love song. yet it brings no calm.

Hey your glass is empty
It's a hell of a long way home
Why don't you let me take you
It's no good to go alone
I never would have opened up
But you seemed so real to me
After all the bullshit I've heard
It's refreshing not to see
I don't have to pretend
She doesn't expect it from me

Don't tell me I haven't been good to you
Don't tell me I have never been there for you
Don't tell me why
Nothing is good enough

Hey little girl would you like some candy
Your momma said that it's ok
The door is open come on outside
No I can't come out today
It's not the wind that cracked your shoulder
And threw you to the ground
Who's there that makes you so afraid
You're shaken to the bone
And I don't understand
You deserve so much more than this

So don't tell me why
He's never been good to you
Don't tell me why
He's never been there for you
Don't you know that why
Is simply not good enough
So just let me try
And I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I'll show you why
You're so much more than good enough...

I am becoming a groupie. And to think I went to college for this.

My emotions have taken off and are racing around like some Grand Prix of feelings. What will surface and take possession of me at any moment is still to be decided. Maybe I am having some type of out-of-body experience.
My answer is automatic. The words are out and never pass through any gray matter for filtering.

Trust me, Jay. Sandwiches don’t have an ounce of romance to them. I’ll fix something that will knock the socks off of you both.

She was smirking back at the tall woman, but her head was screaming 'danger danger, high voltage' inside.



I like the description.
and, oh, I absolutely enjoy the feeling, too.

Knowing she had to say something, she finally managed a reply. - "...Oh...," was her stupendous exclamation.
- Alli laughed nervously, breaking the gaze and looking down at her nervously-twisting hands, "Yeah...," she mumbled in an equally brilliant response.

Well, if I had that criminally good-looking number watching me all night with that smoldering expression in her eyes, I probably wouldn't be looking for anyone else either.

Fantasies are opportunities no matter how they are viewed. Few are acted out, while others remain just that, opportunities that go unchallenged.

I ain't much of a believer. Especially in times, when someone on the street asks me, if I have found god yet. Heck, sounds a Forest Gump-like thang for me.
And I find this poster here to be trully funny, too.

my absolutely favourite ad from the golden age expired

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
Are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me.
Not if you care for me,
Stay, little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's Day.

"We know this much:
Death is an evil;
We have the Gods word for it.
They too would die if it were a good thing."

- Sappho, circa 625 B.C.

Mamma mamma can’t you see
What the Marine Corps done to me
Use to drive a cadalac
Now I’m humpin on my back

Wo wo wo wo,
Wo wo pause wo wo
Wo wo wo yeah
Wo wo pause wo wo

Took away my fancy jeans
Now i wear cami greens
Use to date a beauty queen
Now i date an m-16
Took away my fancy jeans
Now i wear cami greens.

Me and Superman, had a fight
I hit him in the head with kryptonite
I hit him so hard I busted his brain
Now I’m dating Lois Lane

Well me and Batman had one to
So I hit him with my left shoe
Right in the temple with my left heel
Now I’m driving the Batmobile!


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