Save my place..
So,I've told y'all about Suzy...
Well,not really all,but enough to give your creative minds something to work with.
Let us hearken back to an earlier time,somewhere between the catastrophe that was my 2nd marriage,and the utter self-indulgence that precipitated the great fall of '99.
You know how you're in the moment,and you're indestructable,and it doesn't occur to you that all good things must come to an end?..It's like that.
Or,maybe that's just the cynicism borne of my own bad choices...
The bad choice in this instance,was letting Jessica go.
Yeah,..this is all cryptic and shit,but that's how I have to roll.
.. I think it's the grey and frosty mornings of late,that tend to make me look back on sunnier times.
I'll get over it.
"Forever and for always"..With Willie sittin' in..
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Well ... I think that song is good for some cryptic thoughts. And that's good enough.
Its soooo bloody hot here, sorry Sing just can't imagine grey mornings...
but I do remember what those days di to me... got all melancholic or thoughtful..etc etc good stuff... can't wait for winter
Well, it's definitely a song of love in the heart. There are so many songs that remind me of my husband. But this song was playing one time when my husband came up from behind and kissed my neck. We swayed at the kitchen sink for all of about 4 seconds and I will never forget it. He has, I'm positive. But he's not as evolved as you!
Love,
Julie
wouldn't it be nice if real life was as rosy as it's made out to be in songs.
i hear it can be that nice with the right drugs, i just haven't found them yet. have you?
Ah, the only thing worse than the one that got away is the one ya let go.
You've got excellent crypticism execution, though. It's always nice when there's a soundtrack to it.
(It's not my fault. You know what it's like to follow Lorraine's comment?)
Well, this is nice even though it is country. Oh what Lorraine said it so spot on. She is a smart one.
lorraine should write songs..
and i say....ya'gotta suffer to sing the blues...
aint willie great?
Sweet memories can light up the corners of our dark days.
Oh man. I recall the precise moment when I let go of the wrong one. Or rather, wrongfully let go of the right one. I thought games were fun. I thought he would call my bluff. He did not. And it turns out men don't appreciate games. Oops.
more cowbell- Exactly!
middle child- I guess the grass is always greener on the other hemisphere...
I'm tired of the rain.
julie- Side bet..Ask hubby what that song reminds him of.
I'm guessin' he'll say,"Remember that time in the kitchen?"
billy P.- Life never seems that good,in general,but there are those singular slices that are most satisfying!
lorraine- ..and that my friend,is it in a nutshell.
booda baby- I can see from the comments that it wasn't all that cryptic to my blog pals...and don't you just hate having to comment after lorraine??..sheesh.
Sage- Yeah,it's okay I guess.You know,for country. :P
Lorraine is indeed,totally smart!..I'm thinkin' about having her do my taxes.
Yellerdawg- Now you know why I keep her around..
I wouldn't mind trading places with Willie in this particular instance. ;)
mom- YES!..They can. :)
Hat trick-" I thought he would call my bluff. He did not. And it turns out men don't appreciate games"...That sentiment would make a great refrigerator magnet!
That certainly is all cryptic and shit. But I don't appreciate games either. Hate them, in fact. I'd rather let someone go than play them.
Citizen of the world- I'm always willing to take time to offer loving support,but there just isn't enough time in life to waste it on ego stroking on a whim.
So happy you stopped in! :)
Makes me think of a Chet Baker song..."unless you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes, you don't know what love is..."
damn! look at willie's hair!
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