There's something about this song, its a song I love to hate.I love it because the lyrics paint a visual image that I can connect with but I hate it because it reminds me of someone I would rather forget.
The opening line, 'You're like a party, somebody threw me. You taste like birthday, you look like New Year. You're like a big parade through town, you leave such a mess but you're so fun' reminds me of an old friend who embodies this mix of metaphors - Fun on the outside, but leaves a train wreck behind.
Hope you enjoy this Regina Spektor piece as much as I did.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The Trade Off
I'm totally ashamed.
Its not my fault, honestly. Ok, maybe a little. I should have known better. My body feels like a lump of lead - heavy and unattractive. Everywhere hurts - butt, thighs, eyes, back neck feet ... name any body part and I could describe in detail the level of pain signals its sending. If I were to be honest, it's the pain that is keeping me from nodding off and distracting me from my gorgeous intelligent gentleman.
If you haven't guessed it, I just switched trainers and my exercise routine. In a bid to showoff my exercise prowess and prevent the fatty looks, I overdid things. That egotistical voice kept pushing me to do more than my skinny sassy companions; no room for pitying looks and sniggered encouragements. No sir, We ain't having that.
Everyone was checking out the Tyre flipping, Warrior 1, 2 & 3 splitting, Burpee Jumping badass fatty. At the time, the torture was worth it, but looking back now, as I see the gorgeous smile slowly disintergating into a grimace, showing off for the ladies wasn't worth the loss of my first goodnight kiss of the year.
Who send me message. sob sob
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