bored outta my pretty little skull

People ask if I'm in love with you
Because I'm sitting here with your letter
And smiling to myself
I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you
My heart speaks before my mind thinks through
And I blush as I say yes

What a feeling of vulnerability coming over me
And I'm feeling weak and I can't speak
Never thought I'd give in so willingly to a human being
With abilities to set me free
Free, make me be me

Makes me want to say
Your lips, your love, your smile, your kiss
I must admit it's a part of me
You please me, complete me, believe me
Like a melody
Your soul, your flow, your truth is simply proof
We were meant to be
But the best quality thats haunting me
Is that you're loving me for me

People ask why I'm in love with you
Well, let me start by saying
You got my heart by just being who you are
And what we got is between me and you
It doesn't matter about the money I make
Or what I do,

Unconditionally you're there for me
Undeniably you inspire me, spiritually, so sweet
This is meaningful, is incredible, pleasurable, unforgettable
The way I feel, so real

Its so amazing how something so sweet
Has come and rearranged my life
I've been kissed by destiny
Oh, heaven came and saved me
An angel was placed at my feet
This isn't ordinary, he's loving me for me

So the cat that I thought was being nice was really just lying in wait for his opportunity to hit me where it hurts he ate my wonderful mascara. Wait no it wasn't just wonder ful it was fabulous too, its was wonderous. And now its cat food. I hoe he chokes on the little plastic pieces. Ok so maybe I don't actually wish that but that damn bastard ate the worlds most perfect mascara.

So as I was shopping at the mall yesterday I realized that for the first time in ages I'm not all bah humbug (it amuses me to no end the the phrase "bah humbug" is already in my blackberry's vocabulary) about them already putting up chritmas decorations. I wonder why? Oh well maybe I just have up any hope of ever having Christmas spirit like I did when I was a kid and I'm not missing it this year.

I think I have chronic fatigue syndrome I'm good to go all week and then I hit the weekend and its like now where all I want to do is lay in bed and rest a little. But Rikki and I are gonna go to the movies so ill get up and Make myself half decent. My mom said I'm just suffering from lackofsexitus and my only hope is the cure gottafindadickis if only she knew. Here I lay smelling like Shalimar driving myself crazy and thinking of Hawaii. Love sucks.

Oh pooh my sister is here and I gotta go make a thank you pecan pie. I need to get away from here for a while. I need a trip to the mountains but I promised I wouldn't go alone so I won't go alone. I also won't take anyone I'm trying to escape from so I just won't go.

Hmmm to continue from above this would be perfection

Stripped of all make up, no need for fancy clothes
No cover ups, push ups
With him, I dont have to put on a show
He loves every freckle, every curve, every inch of my skin
Fulfilling me entirely, taking all of me in
He's real,he's honest, he's loving me for me

The good news: I fixed my mirror so now I don't have to worry and hope and pray as much when I switch lanes on the freeway ill just check the lovely mirror. Yay!