A little late at night I'm afraid

"It's that time of year
Where the grass stops growing
When the snow starts falling
When the days get shorter
And the whiskey starts flowing

And my bed gets smaller
And I'd like you to be here
Because it's starting to look like last year..."

Love as a second language

Dudes, it's not that hard. You gotta treat your girl right. I'm not saying, and obviously I'm not, the most successful in this department, but jesus, it's not that hard. I'm definitely going to elaborate on this when it isn't three in the morning.


And now it's three in the morning...again. So all I can say is that, sometimes, and this is gonna sound weird, but you have to put aside your pride and your wants and commit yourself to what your partner wants. Again, this sounds kind of odd...fuck it it's too late again.

What can I compare you to, when everything looks like you?
I get a bit confused every spring
Flowers that bloom your eyes, hummingbirds side by side
My heart won't stay entirely in this rib caging...

Wow, after reading my blog I kept six years ago, I wish I could go back in time and kick myself in my own ass.

"Maybe this is one more storm to brave. And maybe we'll make it out, maybe we won't. But for you, it's always worth it. Being with you will always be worth any price or any pain or any thing."

More dreams.

Hmmmm I'm still wide awake. My sleep schedule has been a little off these past few weeks. I need to lay of the Whiskey.

I still wake up on only one side of the bed. As if you were next to me the whole night. I wake up in a position that I imagine would be the same as if you were next to me the whole night.

The new Sara Bareilles is blowing my mind.

"I don't say much, and it will stay that way. You've got a steel train touch and I'm just the track you lay. So I'll stay right here, underneath you."