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Madison

Do we mean the things we do, do we do the things we mean?

Sometimes...

Sometimes, when you've had a crappy day, feel a little dejected and don't really want to keep going, all it takes is one little person to say "Hi Masson! You look different, where did you get those glasses?" to make you smile.
:)

:3 Heehee

Kayso, the other day, after getting home from countless erands and a long drive, I went on facebook and I had a message from Ian. This is what he sent me:

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I love you,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you hold my hand,
A feeling so devine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

Made. My. WEEK!
He's so sweet!!!!
:D
A while back I mentioned an idea to keep a journal of everything we do together and give it to him for his birthday. Tomorrow, I'm giving it to him :3 I liked Inu-chans idea of getting a leather bound book, and I found the perfect little book at chapters. I filled in about a quarter of it in three months and right now its sitting on my bedside table all wrapped up. I wish I could have started sooner! Oh well, I'm so excited to give it to him!

Cigarette, Jeremy Fisher

This is my submission for Inuyashadorky's challenge, Story of a Song. It's based on Cigarette, by Jeremy Fisher. If you want to give it a listen, and I highl recomend that you do, you can hear it on his website: jeremyfishermusic.com
Sorry if it totally sucks :P I've never done one of these before :)

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I'll be your cigarette
Light me up and get on with it
I’ll be hard to forget
Good or bad, I’m just your habit

Being with him was getting to be a habit. There wasn’t any feeling or emotion attached, no joy or excitement in seeing him anymore. The company was a relief. There was no loneliness or anxiety. She didn’t feel lost or abandoned, but she didn’t feel loved either. What was worse? Being lonely or unloved? It was like a cigarette. There was the enticement, the yearning, the quitting, the withdrawal and the damage.

The enticement was him. He wasn’t particularly attractive or smart, but he liked her and she liked him. There was something between them. He was someone to talk to, someone to hold hands with and kiss. It felt like love.

The yearning was like the ‘honeymoon phase’. She wanted to be with him everyday, and she was, for the most part. They went to school together, rode the bus together and lived across town from one another. They spent very little of their free time apart.

Next came the quitting. That was what she thought most closely resembled the addictive relationship with cigarettes. It was hard, like all addictions. She tried cold turkey, but he called and texted and emailed. Clearly she wasn’t getting out without an explanation, so she tried weaning herself off him. Everyday she talked to him less, saw him less, and refused more and more time with him. Eventually, it started to get easier. He was taking her rejection seriously backing off.

Finally, she endured the hardest part; withdrawal. She missed him. She wanted his company. She wanted to feel loved. But there was no love, just an addiction, and sometimes that was hard to remember. It sometimes kept her up at night. She worried that she’d break, that she’d lose her confidence and give in to him. But really, what was she gaining from being with him? It wasn’t healthy. Good or bad, he was just a habit.

Quote of the Day

Coffee is the second most traded commodity on earth. Oil is the first. Clearly, humans have a thing for black, drippy liquids

- TheOatmeal.com

Truth is...

Everyone thinks they're life sucks, but the truth is that everyone else's life sucks too.