right now i am trying out the power of mental telepathy
to the person i am trying to communicate you better deliver
the reputation of mankind is in your hands
i'm afraid if you disappoint me i would tear my hair out and curse the heavens
and i will be never be the same again
oh boy, i thought i was ready for this (apparently not)
i have always loved the postal service's song - such great heights but this morning i really listened to the lyrics and i didn't realize how beautifully written the song was.
"I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
I have to speculate
That God himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay"
freckles will never be the same for me, because of this song i would always think of them as constellations.
once again i need a stiff drink
i can't wait for this week to be over
i am so over teaching...
so i opened a can
and had a little taste of home