| So I'm sitting here listening contentedly to popular music. Graham Colton's "First Week" is on. I know it's cheesy, but there's something so innocent and simple about one's only concern being that struggle to keep a relaionship fresh. It's nice to wake up as the sun rises, look around the room to see clothes strewn about in that frantic haste to _feel_ something with another human being. And that moment when you look over at him and he has that little smile that says he's probably dreaming something pleasant, and his hair is mussed, and the light is hitting his face just right so that it looks almost cherubic...Damn, I need to get laid.
And yes, I am deliberately ignoring the verses of that song. The line "Are you far away/In your new life?" would just ruin the nice image of the chorus if I were aware of it. The song has no verses. It's nice, though, to sit here and have these little romantic insights. I think it is a sign of my still possessing emotion, which is definately a good thing. Of course, my fantasy life has always been so much more pleasing than my actual life, but I'd kinda like to keep it that way. Don't take away all my fun, damnit! That's something that I think is very important, too. I think more people need to develop souls and start appreciating romanticism more. Of course, I'm the type that cries when certain songs come on the radio, so maybe I take things too far. Meh, it doesn't matter. I like the fact that sappy movies make me get a lump in my throat and the fact that a cloudy day makes me yearn to just lie in bed with someone all day reading and talking. Watching Moulin Rouge doesn't help this mood. I feel as though I'm on the verge of taking emotionality to entirely new and unexplored vistas. I'm starting one of those phases where I cry for no reason and things like that. Crying at movies, crying at music, crying because the poor little popcorn kernels at the bottom of the bag didn't reach their full fluffy potential. Well, not that bad yet. But still... I reiterate. Need to get laid. |