James Morrison makes me melt

I am normally not the sappy girl who writes full lyrics of songs JUST for posting, but "You Give Me Something" by James Morrison literally makes me melt. He or his writer(s) obviously wrote this about someone, and the fact that it was written shows that someone out there just absolutely loves this girl.

Yeah, so below are the lyrics:

You want to stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep,
I was meant to tread the water
Now I've gotten in too deep,
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart.

You already waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me,
And I can say I've never bought you flowers
Cause I can't work out what they mean,
I never thought that I'd love someone,
That was someone else's dream.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something,
'Cause someday I might call you from my heart,
But it might me a second too late,
And the words I could never say
Gonna come out anyway.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something,
'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright,
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try,
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart.
Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart

I particularly love the lyrics: This could be nothing, But I'm willing to give it a try..." What girl wouldn't want to hear that from a guy??? Only girls with shit for brains.

Below is the video that goes along with this song... Holler.

You're such a Motherfucker

Travel season is upon us and the best way to move around, you lazy Manhattanites, is to get your behind to a Brooklyn Industries and pick up your flyer for the Memorial Day Motherfucker. There really isn't another way to celebrate the kickoff to summer, unless you're from Jersey and HAAAAAVE to go down the shore. Then go... we don't want you at Motherfucker anyway. Best thing about celebrating in the city is the NON use of gas. Hurray! Who cares is gas if 3.11? You travel by bus, train or the two foot express.

25 bucks with the flyer gets you in to party with some very interesting looking people and if you get there early enough from 10-11pm its open bar! Now if that doesn't entice you, nothing will. Not even 6 foot 2 black Drag Queens called Princess. Confused? Check this out... scroll down to the pictures. Don't be scared, she/he won't bite.

Why Anytime? Whhhyyy?

After a ho hum diddly day, I've got nothing but Tex Mex chilli nachos and tacos in my head from the el cheapo New Taco Express (owned by Asians... I suspect Chinese, but I may be wong). Then the thoughts of hummus and fresh pita bread pop into my head and I realize I'm starving.

So I'm literally racing up my steps, get the mail and wait impatiently for the elevator to bring me up just three stories when I notice that Anytime, my favorite late night spot in Williamsburg is sending out spiffy looking flyers listing the menu, prices and {sniff, sniff} location and hours.

Ughhhhh.. Will everyone now be at my favorite late night spot where I meet cute gay hipsters and very hot Asian women (I'm totally straight, I just like to look for my very horny Puerto Rican friend who's jonesing)?

Shame on you Anytime. ... but oh that warm pita bread and hummus!

Snap, Crackle, & Pop!

I can't take it! The crinkly blue wrapper with those cute elfin fellows (Snap, Crackle and Pop) has gotten a hold of me. The sweet, sugary marshmallowy smell clogs my nostrils and I love it. I do. Nothing is better than chewing a chew bar and receiving a large sugar high. I don't know where my love for the sweet confectiony goodness came from. I never cared for them when I grew up. Particularly because sugar was banned from my house. The only time I got close to sugar was Raisin Bran or Honeycombs.

While working at Rodale... I've been pinching pennies, and lunch is on them! Lucky for me the serve up the healthier persuasion, yet for some reason, Fig Newtons and Rice Krispies are on the 'good for you' list. After my obligatory 8 oz V-8 and yucky oatmeal (on the HOUSE!) I had a rice krispie treat for lunch.

... and 4 more after that.

I'm Baaaaaaaaaack

So I'm back to writing. I had a momentary lapse in, well NOT writing because I had become blinded by a boy. Well now that I have no longer any interest in that thing called Love I am back to focusing my time on more important things... Me and my never ending search for the perfect job.

I must tell you this search has had its high and lows. There is nothing I want more than to stop the search, yet I kind of enjoy my "freelancing" at different publishers. I get an alright paycheck, use of the company coffee machines (Hazelnut and French Vanilla fan) and at Rodale I get yummy oatmeal and rice krispie treats... woot.

Bleh. The worst part... interviewing for internships, that I know will get me out of this hell hole of temping. Oh, I mean freelancing.