see you in o. ten.
off to new york kittens.
taking a blog break.
wishing you the happiest, safest, most electrifying new years.
x
c
December 2009
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Track 18
karen o & the kids “worried shoes”
(originally written by daniel johnston)
song of the day.
I took my lucky break and I broke it in two,
Put on my worried shoes, my worried shoes,
Took me so many miles and they never wore out,
My worried shoes, my worried shoes,
Oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, my worried shoes,
I made a mistake that I never forgot,
Tied knots in the laces of my worried shoes,
Every step that I take is another mistake,
I march further and further away in my worried shoes,
Oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, my worried shoes,
My shoes took me down a crooked path,
Away from all welcome mats,
My worried shoes,
I looked all around and saw the sun shining down,
Took off my worried shoes, my worried shoes,
Oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo, oo-o-o-oo o-oo-ooo,
My worried shoes
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Only Trucst Your Heart
Dean Martin
dean martin “only trust your heart”
song of the day.
(sigh)
is enough ever enough?
so… “its complicated.” second movie i’ve seen in a row about infidelity. yesterday it was painted with music, feather boas, and italian charm. tonight it was portrayed with belly laughs, alcohol, and old people. both had happy endings. really? is that how it’s always supposed to go? life’s not one hundred and fifteen minutes. it doesn’t have montages and perfect makeup. i don’t quite understand how cheating can be so popular. and how excepted it is in hollywood and our homes.
i dont know about you, but i think it hurts. it still hurts. its been six years since my heart was first broken. the kind of broken that feels life threatening. its been mended with band-aids and new love along the way but it never fully healed. how can it? if hearts actually heal then that sharp pain wouldn’t come back. it wouldn’t come back when we hear their first name. it wouldn’t come back when we smell them in someone else. it wouldn’t come back when we’re sleeping and our subconscious reminds us and wakes us. it wouldn’t come back when we just think about it for a split second.
so what’s with all the fun and games about it? why make it so entertaining? i get that its “real life.” and that’s what movies are for— pretty ways of tantalizing our imaginations for a couple hours—but ouch.
our tolerance for dishonesty is gross.
our understanding and awe for the heartbreaking protagonist is grosser.
and i don’t think it’s complicated at all.
Whipping Boy
Automatick Fire
automatic fire “whipping boy”
song of the day.
become a fan. i am eternally.
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“dark handsome guys, skinny little ties, shades in the middle of the night, speedy little cars, hip coffee bars, sleek women in positano, guido guido guido!”
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my father thought it was dumb. he thought the message was guido’s mother. childhood abandonment issues. there was no comedy. no action. no appeal.
my mother thought guido was troubled. actually sick. sad. complete fantasy. a waste of time. entertaining, maybe, but overall the film was “different.”
i thought it was perfection, the latest entry to my top ten, and a traumatic portrayal of reality. one i’m not so sure how to escape.
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Halfway Home
Jason Mraz
jason mraz “halfway home”
song of the day.
(can’t seem to ever not listen to this song once every day.)
I used to walk along the opposite side of the road and made others get out of my way
I used to think I could sit and wait for the times
but they wont come until I meet them halfway
I’m halfway home and I’m on my own
I’m halfway there and I don’t care, I don’t mind
I plan to leave here after supper time
that’s when traffic is light, all I need is a sign
and I’ll be alright. I’ll be fine
I used to think that i could just sleep and then I’d dream
And everything it would come to me
Until I woke one day without anything to eat
Lying on the opposite side of the street
I’m halfway home and I’m still out on my own
I’m halfway there and I don’t care, I don’t mind
Because it ain’t my time to stay or say I’ll never lay down.
I used to think that I could just sit and wait for the time
But I know I gotta meet them halfway
I’m halfway home I tried home running with the flow
I’m halfway there. Ain’t it funny how everybody seems to care
I planned to get there around supper time their serving up bread and wine
All I needed was a sign and I’ll be allright.
I’ll be fine.
It seems to be a running theme about being fine and allright but I don’t mind.
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they're moving it next to georges.
whewwww! thanks ladies for the update x
Winter Song
Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson
sara bareilles & ingrid michaelson “winter song”
song of the day.
“she’s got a light around her, and everywhere she goes a million dreams of love surround her”
—so i have this friend that shines. not like a diamond, or a star, or a bright light. but she shines like a smile, and a laugh, and a fresh out the oven cookie, and a snowflake on your tongue, and a hug from your mom, and a sunburn, and a kiss you were waiting for, and putting on a brand new pair of socks, and finishing a life-changing book, and a bubble bath, and a hot cup of tea, and a christmas morning, and landing in your hometown, and your favorite song. she shines like the best moments in your life. im so lucky to know her. and love her. and watch her do this thing she does so flawlessly, shine.
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Nighttime Gratitude List.
1. snow days.
2. chicken cheese steaks with a side of parents.
3. finding sentiments that make you grateful that the past has past.
4. playlist and mix cd tag.
5. making new years resolutions at three am with your best friend.
6. the radio city christmas spectacular in hershey pa with a keltie & a mommy.
7. falling in love more each day.
8. becoming more comfortable in your own skin.
9. the live version of coldplays “the hardest part”
10. sleep.
