Monday, September 28, 2009

Damn baby...

You frustrate me
I know you're mine
All mine, all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes...

Who remembers THAT song?! That's a throw back to like, 2001! Good ole John Mayer before he became a douche bag and when his music was actually GOOD. So many artists were actually really good ARTISTS at one point long ago. Lyrically and musically. Oh how times have changed.

I am so freakin sick. But that's okay. I am broke and still buying music on itunes. Lol. Drinking cofee and I shouldn't cuz I have a sore throat. I can't seem to do what's right, oh well :]

I don't have much to report, but maybe in a few days I will. But until then, just let your ears enjoy these songs:

Citizen Cope - Sideways

Fiona Apple - Never is a Promise

Tegan and Sara - Umbrella Cover

Alright, off to bed. G'nite world

- J

Monday, September 21, 2009

Bareboned and crazy...for you

Okay I start this post with a disclaimer: I'm crazy. Just an FYI. Crazy for someone. I mean seriously, if you don't want to hear about it please don't read any further.

But really? I walk all day with this stupid grin on my face. And I love it. People tell me I am glowing...and I can't help but giggle. I honestly have never been so happy. I haven't even thought about any of that stupid shit that normally trips people up. Like, does she like me back? What happens if? What about her ex's? Will she like my mom? Does she like cheese as much as I do? If not, then can she tolerate my addiction? I mean nothing. Everything has felt right.

I am beginning to listen to my gut. My gut is telling me to react like I just won the lottery. Just enjoy. Don't ask why, or what if, just enjoy. And I am.

And why is it that every song I listen to seems like it was written from me to her??? Seriously. Okay most don't like Dave Matthews. But I personally love him. Every song I listen to describes exactly how I feel when she looks my way, smiles my way, reaches for my hand or kisses me on the side of my cheek.

It's all so cliche and "movie moment" but...its just how it is. Fuck, I don't even know where I am going with this. Open letter to myself, bla bla bla. Really hope that no one is reading this. Geez.

So here's a song...and I am adding it because I love this video and want to be able to easily come back to it if i want to watch it. Lol.

This is Dave Matthews' Crash Into Me. I can't embed, but here is the link. Those of you who don't like him, suck it, lie to me and tell me you love him. What I don't know wont hurt me ;]

From me, to her

Come this December I am going to Germany! That's right. Jessica does Germany. I am going to walk around with a camera around my neck, a map in my hand and a leather fanny pack. Snapping pictures and having conversations like this:

Random person: "Guten morgen!"

Me: "Nein"
Random person: "Was?"
Me: "Muschi"
Random person: "Muschi???? Ich habe gesagt 'guten morgen'"
Me: "Geburtstag geschlecht"

Random person: "
hört auf deutsch zu reden"
Me: "Sehr gut."

That's just a quick snippet of what is to come. Lots of laughs, lots of good times. I am pretty sure I'll get a little drunk while I am there ;]. And I for sure will get lots of her. I can't wait. Christmas in Germany, here I come.

Until then I say to you, "
Bis später"


Monday, September 14, 2009

I have no title

I got nothin'. No title. Just a random post for tonight.

I find it so funny that being tortured and sad makes for much better inspiration than happiness. Maybe it is just me, but when I am sad and down I have SO MUCH more to write about. I suppose it is just how it goes. All I can say when I am happy is, "I am happy". Well, that's what I can say to the world. Its because I can't even begin to articulate how happy I am, so why even try? People wont even begin to understand. I have no problem telling the person who is making happy exactly how I feel though.

I can explain that the I love that little crease where their nose meets their face. And how that spot holds their skins smell. The way their side feels. You know, the spot right in between their ribs and their hips, that little curve, how it feels when I have my arm draped over it at night when we are both sleepy and falling into dreams. How their leg feels when we are laying facing each other, and it hikes itself up to pry my legs apart to rest in between. The feeling of unconditional love that comes when the car is parked, and I get a kiss. Just because we are stopped. And how that love makes me lose myself in depths of them that only I can reach.

But I think that is a little more than people want to hear when they are you? Maybe I should just print that on a little card. Oh I know, I can laminate it! I look for ANY reason to laminate something. :]

Normally, I don't listen to mainstream R&B hits. I mean they are great for a club, and a good remix is always good. But lately, I am all about them. Cuz they make me think of her. It is ridiculous! I love that kind of love where you look in the mirror and just go..."My god, you are ridiculous. This is crazy. Too good to be true" But it is. Then I remind myself, it's fate.

So if you see me on the freeway you'll see:
1. Windows down
2. Me smoking a Camel No. 9
3. Drinking some sort of Starbucks
4. Stereo playing either of the following: Birthday sex, I know you want me, Meet me halfway, Best I ever had, Be on you, Sex on fire, or any Dave Matthews band song where he sings about love.
5. Me screaming and singing along to any of the above.
6. I may or may not be dancing in my seat.

Just a warning. Don't point and laugh! Just remember....I'm happy! I know, its freakin' ridiculous.

Actually, I kind of did write a lot about happiness. Hmmm...maybe I was wrong ;]

I am RARELY wrong...seriously, but maybe this time I am. Relish it.

Bed time. Well not really bed, but I have someone very important to talk to, and I think she's up now.


- J

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

I'm just sayin'

No one, should ever, ever, use the word "chillaxin". Well, it's not even a word. But still. Don't ever use it. Santa isn't real, there is no tooth fairy who leaves you money under your pillow while you sleep, there is never any justified reason to ever wear spandex, "chilaxin" isnt a word, and if you use it, I wont talk to you.

Phew. Feels good to get that off my chest. *giggle*. I said "chest". Lol.

Couldn't find my straightener this morning, didn't have time to find hair product, so therefore, I look like ass. At least I have my Starbucks Doubleshot with Energy + Coffee.


Worked late today and wanted to do my paper but I left my damn book at work! So it's laundry and cleaning my room tonight. Paper will have to wait until tomorrow. Geez, school sucks. *shakes fists in air, and in dramatic tone says* "there's gotta be another way!!!!"

In other news, I have a new favorite song :] Well, when don't I?! Check it:

And I saw the movie 500 Days of Summer with a special someone, and I loved it! If you haven't seen it, then, not cool. You must.

I want you so bad, its my only wish <3

Alright it's off to finish laundry. Everyone have a good night and remember, don't ever use the non-word "chillaxin". I mean it.

- J