The Little Things by: Colbie Caillat
The little things you do to me
Are taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me
Like a nervous heart that is crazy beatin'
my feet are stuck here against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by
Back up, back up
Take another chance
Don't you mess up, mess up
I don't wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up
This ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up
Don't you say that I'd be
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off, without you boy
And every time you notice me by
Holding me closely, and saying sweet things
I don't believe that it could be
You speakin' your mind and sayin' the real thing
My feet have broke free and I am leaving
I'm not gonna stand here feeling lonely but
I don't regret it, and I don't think it
Was just a waste of time
Back up, back up
Take another chance
Don't you mess up, mess up
I don't wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up
This ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up
Don't you say that I'd be
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off, without you boy
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
The little things you do to me are
Taking me over, I wanna show ya
Everything inside of me
Like a nervous heart that is crazy beatin'
my feet are stuck here against the pavement
I wanna break free, I wanna make it
Closer to your eyes, get your attention
Before you pass me by
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
Back up, back up
Take another chance
Don't you mess up, mess up
I don't wanna lose you
Wake up, wake up
This ain't just a thing that you
Give up, give up
Don't you say that I'd be
(Don't just leave me hangin' on...)
Better off, better off, sleeping by myself and wondering
(Don't just leave me hangin' on...)
If I'm better off, better off, without you boy
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
(The little things, oh, the little things you do to me)
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
(Driving me crazy, crazy)
Don't just leave me hangin' on...
(The little things, oh, thze little things you do to me)
(Driving me crazy, crazy)
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Watch the Monkey Dance....Yayyyy Art!
I have successfully upgraded this Upper Eastsiders posh new apartment with works of Art and pictures of my beloveds...Thus, from a well-furnished pad...springs forth the place I call well ALMOST Home...
Somethings missing...Lol, hmmm. The Irony.
I'm thinking a few houseplants? A New bedset? Something...
While buying a new comforter won't make up for the Man missing in my bed, I was reminded by my Mom that I've always been a happy girl asleep on a couch if need be...
Its funny when you fall in love, the things that used to make you happy still do, but there's this unfullfilled part of you...
The begining of Dogma (the movie) explains it...The main charector is talking about how when you're little, you have a little glass, and life/faith can fill it up easily...but as you grow...the glass gets bigger. The same amount of faith no longer fills the glass...
That's kinda it...its like for the first time in YEARS (maybe 10 YEARS) I allowed myself to think about having a child again...Isn't that nuts?
For the first time in YEARS, I trust someone...completely. I'd move, I'd stay at home...I'd be That Girl...the one to give it all up for a Man...yup. Pathetic...
Secret? I've wanted that since a freshman in college.
Shocker? Just two days ago I was told by Mr.Boots that he never saw me as "the Family Type...I always figured you the lonely career woman working at some high class office, counting money I couldn't dream of..."
And in an instant, I was like wow!?
I already think of the names I want for the future son or daughter...I laugh at deciding whether to tell the Man in the Yellow Hat that this is what he's done to me...
Poor Guy... My Man it seems is still 6 hours too far away, but his messages of returned normality, have brought a smile to my face all day...Our Normality is a Disney Fairytale...
He messaged all the time, called all the time, was here all the time...as Queen put it...we are "obsessed" with each other...Yup. the couple people love to hate. The couple snuggling on the subway, or holding hands in a grocery store, the kissing in the park that begs "get a room..." Yup, I miss that normality...
While what he's dealing with is severe and necessary, it doesn't make me any less impatient. As I told him, I can barely wait in a line at a grocery store...This is hard.
Que se ra...I guess I wait. In the meantime, I hang art that reminds me that if forced to live a life alone, I do so quite nicely...and suddenly the glass gets just a little fuller.
I'm okay My Universe, just missing what will soon enough make the house a Home.
Somethings missing...Lol, hmmm. The Irony.
I'm thinking a few houseplants? A New bedset? Something...
While buying a new comforter won't make up for the Man missing in my bed, I was reminded by my Mom that I've always been a happy girl asleep on a couch if need be...
Its funny when you fall in love, the things that used to make you happy still do, but there's this unfullfilled part of you...
The begining of Dogma (the movie) explains it...The main charector is talking about how when you're little, you have a little glass, and life/faith can fill it up easily...but as you grow...the glass gets bigger. The same amount of faith no longer fills the glass...
That's kinda it...its like for the first time in YEARS (maybe 10 YEARS) I allowed myself to think about having a child again...Isn't that nuts?
For the first time in YEARS, I trust someone...completely. I'd move, I'd stay at home...I'd be That Girl...the one to give it all up for a Man...yup. Pathetic...
Secret? I've wanted that since a freshman in college.
Shocker? Just two days ago I was told by Mr.Boots that he never saw me as "the Family Type...I always figured you the lonely career woman working at some high class office, counting money I couldn't dream of..."
And in an instant, I was like wow!?
I already think of the names I want for the future son or daughter...I laugh at deciding whether to tell the Man in the Yellow Hat that this is what he's done to me...
Poor Guy... My Man it seems is still 6 hours too far away, but his messages of returned normality, have brought a smile to my face all day...Our Normality is a Disney Fairytale...
He messaged all the time, called all the time, was here all the time...as Queen put it...we are "obsessed" with each other...Yup. the couple people love to hate. The couple snuggling on the subway, or holding hands in a grocery store, the kissing in the park that begs "get a room..." Yup, I miss that normality...
While what he's dealing with is severe and necessary, it doesn't make me any less impatient. As I told him, I can barely wait in a line at a grocery store...This is hard.
Que se ra...I guess I wait. In the meantime, I hang art that reminds me that if forced to live a life alone, I do so quite nicely...and suddenly the glass gets just a little fuller.
I'm okay My Universe, just missing what will soon enough make the house a Home.
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Damn...My Karma Ran Over My Dogma
Okay...New Record Even for Me...
For a week perfection...a whirlwind of u-hauling (google it) madness. I break a guys heart, and get hung up on from across the globe. I let go of long ago longing, and decide to throw caution to the wind. My reward?!?!? Why sitting alone for two Fridays in a row! The cause? Cosmic obscelence at work.
Worse?!?
As I couldn't wait for said traveling Global Good Guy, the Man I fall for, the Man in the Yellow Hat gets swept away...Karma baby, Karma. But, yeah...I knew "it wasn't there..." with Good Guy...but he was Good. And he did care about me...and no guy deserves to get hurt...
Added Salt? Said Global Good Guy decides to Remind me I'm a witch by verbalizing so in text and email...well, yes, I suppose I deserve after 1 (count it, one) date (!!!) to have expected I was not allowed to fall for another...So much for being special...
As to my Man in the Yellow Hat...he doesn't call, or email...and just when I'm ready to say I must have drank something stronger than Kool-Aid to imagine Love exist...yeah, that's when he messages. Good morning baby...I love you, I miss you...like that will make it all better?!?!?
Except it does...sad thing about us hopeless romantics...we're hopeless.
I tell ya, he sends lavendar roses and blue flowers, I'm putting on a ring. Hopeless, absolutely hopeless.
For a week perfection...a whirlwind of u-hauling (google it) madness. I break a guys heart, and get hung up on from across the globe. I let go of long ago longing, and decide to throw caution to the wind. My reward?!?!? Why sitting alone for two Fridays in a row! The cause? Cosmic obscelence at work.
Worse?!?
As I couldn't wait for said traveling Global Good Guy, the Man I fall for, the Man in the Yellow Hat gets swept away...Karma baby, Karma. But, yeah...I knew "it wasn't there..." with Good Guy...but he was Good. And he did care about me...and no guy deserves to get hurt...
Added Salt? Said Global Good Guy decides to Remind me I'm a witch by verbalizing so in text and email...well, yes, I suppose I deserve after 1 (count it, one) date (!!!) to have expected I was not allowed to fall for another...So much for being special...
As to my Man in the Yellow Hat...he doesn't call, or email...and just when I'm ready to say I must have drank something stronger than Kool-Aid to imagine Love exist...yeah, that's when he messages. Good morning baby...I love you, I miss you...like that will make it all better?!?!?
Except it does...sad thing about us hopeless romantics...we're hopeless.
I tell ya, he sends lavendar roses and blue flowers, I'm putting on a ring. Hopeless, absolutely hopeless.
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The Man in the Yellow Hat
Dear Universe,
It has been a long time coming, but this upper East-sider has officially fallen into a whirlwind of love. Prepared to endure mockery, and perhaps even the fallouts that this announcement brings, -it most certainly is official: I have a boyfriend. While I'm not running to change my facebook status, I am in the process of making some very serious calls and emails that outline my exclusivity. As the boyfriend says of his calls, "there are some definate haters out there." *sigh.
He's nothing I expected, and yet everything I have wanted for so long all wrapped into one. 'Like me, he is from a torn, yet adaptive, family. He loves-hard. Meaning, like me...he is a hopeless romantic. Day one-three we can't stop talking. The similarities and signs point to Serendipity. Date 1: I am greated with a kiss on the cheek, and I am stunned how the man in the yellow hat holding a guitar is an inch shorter than me...He is not bothered, and as he opens doors and we dicuss art, I am put at ease. The paintings we view are exceptional, and after a quick kiss to verify we are in fact on a date, the man in the yellow hat does something you only see in movies...he pulls me behind a wall in the art gallery and we share a soul-reaching kiss. I get off-centered.
Date 2: we share with his best friend. They drink, and we are falling. Date 3: its over...we know we could be apart, but we know we belong together. He won't let me rush, and keeps our relationship innocent. I'm told I'm "that girl" he's been dreaming of. I'm asked if I'm ready. I am. I'm offered everything he has, I offer my heart.
So there it is. A committed, exclusive, loving relationship. Yayyyyyy Art.......
I'll keep you updated, xoxo, DCGG
It has been a long time coming, but this upper East-sider has officially fallen into a whirlwind of love. Prepared to endure mockery, and perhaps even the fallouts that this announcement brings, -it most certainly is official: I have a boyfriend. While I'm not running to change my facebook status, I am in the process of making some very serious calls and emails that outline my exclusivity. As the boyfriend says of his calls, "there are some definate haters out there." *sigh.
He's nothing I expected, and yet everything I have wanted for so long all wrapped into one. 'Like me, he is from a torn, yet adaptive, family. He loves-hard. Meaning, like me...he is a hopeless romantic. Day one-three we can't stop talking. The similarities and signs point to Serendipity. Date 1: I am greated with a kiss on the cheek, and I am stunned how the man in the yellow hat holding a guitar is an inch shorter than me...He is not bothered, and as he opens doors and we dicuss art, I am put at ease. The paintings we view are exceptional, and after a quick kiss to verify we are in fact on a date, the man in the yellow hat does something you only see in movies...he pulls me behind a wall in the art gallery and we share a soul-reaching kiss. I get off-centered.
Date 2: we share with his best friend. They drink, and we are falling. Date 3: its over...we know we could be apart, but we know we belong together. He won't let me rush, and keeps our relationship innocent. I'm told I'm "that girl" he's been dreaming of. I'm asked if I'm ready. I am. I'm offered everything he has, I offer my heart.
So there it is. A committed, exclusive, loving relationship. Yayyyyyy Art.......
I'll keep you updated, xoxo, DCGG
5:23 PM | Filed Under | 0 Comments
As Ice Cube would say...It was a Good Day
Woke up and had my ego soothed and mind put to rest...my nameless man is human...and overworked. This trip to the Phillapeans is gonna suck...Afterall, being told I'm beautiful each morning is kinda nice.
In other, equally exciting news... The Prophet is returning!!! (New subscribers, use your search function. Lol, I'm not a zealot, its just a nickname.) So, yay! Him and his wife should be here on the 4th.
More news! The move is awesome...for those who don't get twitter feeds and Daily updates...I moved condos yesterday. Flowers, and housewarming gifts may now be sent to unit 635. ;)
Lol. I just realized I am living on the Upper East Side now. Irony. Go figure.
That's all. War and Peace is a beast. 1 page is like Ambien...off to hit Snooze.
xoxo
In other, equally exciting news... The Prophet is returning!!! (New subscribers, use your search function. Lol, I'm not a zealot, its just a nickname.) So, yay! Him and his wife should be here on the 4th.
More news! The move is awesome...for those who don't get twitter feeds and Daily updates...I moved condos yesterday. Flowers, and housewarming gifts may now be sent to unit 635. ;)
Lol. I just realized I am living on the Upper East Side now. Irony. Go figure.
That's all. War and Peace is a beast. 1 page is like Ambien...off to hit Snooze.
xoxo
6:21 PM | Filed Under | 0 Comments