I know he knocks you off your feet
You're so bitter; you think he's sweet
Well he's wrong for you, I swear
Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him
It was always you and me, just me
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now
I know you never felt romance
And we always lack suspense
I can edit those parts out
I never made you feel complete
I would fall beneath your feet
I would never bring you down, so down
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now
Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you
I heard he wrote you a song
But so what
Some guy wrote 69
And one just ain't enough
And there's so sense in trying
I know coz I've been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine
But all I ever find my love
Are cliches that don't rhyme
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now..
Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you
A song, a rhyme: My contribution to the Valentines epidemic
It took me 20 years to learn..
... there is far too much time, effort and energy involved in avoiding facts. Telling the truth is so much easier.
Dwell in possibility, dream from Jupiter
I was watching - well, attempting to finish season one of Angel today. Not highly entertaining stuff in itself, but one of the scenes caused an epiphany.
What one sees, what you hear and what is understood, are three very separate things.
It's a really odd system in my opinion, but in my case - and Cordelia's- so true. Angel asks her to get him a stake.. and her response? 'You want a steak? Its not even midday yet..Oh. Oh. Sure.'
Mmhm, so very typically me.
Regardless, my theory applies. Think about it. Your speaking to someone and they tell you there are cats raining outside. I would automatically envision furry felines being pelted at me from the skies. But thats just me.
It isn't even logical in my case, merely an inability to read below the surface.
This brings me to another misadventure from this week, unrelated but just as odd - enrolment at the University of Sydney.
The lovely MonB and Jude accompanied me.. and I was afraid for my life about 20 minutes into the exercise. Both of the ladies became so enthusiastic about the units I was being offered that the suggestions began flying left, right, centre, midfield.. Wow.
We escaped, me with my head and mind intact about an hour after we had begun - with each of the three stages successfully endured. Form filling- ugh. Submitting- to four different people in three different places. Mug shots - lord SAVE ME!
At the end of the torture, I mean enrolment session - we all high tailed it out of there and into a bus to go home - my home- and spend some quality time with Cary Grant.
All in all a highly painful, yet fulfilling day.
Today's muddle: Is it better to dwell on things or embrace the opportunity?