was just another mistake with me. Now, I can barely breathe.
Its amazing how fast things can change.
“I May Be Going Broke Sunday, Oct 26 2008
Life. Love. Kari. and Lyrics Worthy of Their Own Category and Story Time Big D and the Kids Table, Boise, City of Gainesville, Dave's Shiny New Rap, Happiness, Idaho, Less Than Jake, Life, Love, Nampa, Poverty, Relationships, Ska 11:59 am
but I’m never broken down.“
I think one of my top five favourite things in the world is when Matthew sings along to Less Than Jake, specifically to the song “City of Gainesville.” And he does all his little hand movements to it…
“Livin’ in the three-five-twooo.“
As often as he drives, we at least try to make it fun. I like it best when we rock it to ska in the car and pretend we’re playing trombones. It makes me smile.
Ooooh, and “Dave’s Shiny New Rap” by Big D and the Kids Table, I love when he sings along to that one, too. Its probably the cutest thing in the world.
“I just realized that I left my favourite cap at the club last night,
which is tickin’ me right off cause I’ve had that cap since I was real real small.“
Ahh, the simple things that make me love life and where I’m at.
On Again Saturday, Oct 25 2008
Bitch. Whine. Complain. and Life. Love. Kari. and Story Time A Day To Remember, Life, Love, Navy, Relationships, Virginia 1:10 pm
Well, shit.
I think I’m beginning to come to terms with this whole ordeal.
I guess that’s better then getting upset about it every time.
Its like I almost expect it, now. I should start timing it.
One. Two. Smile. Thursday, Oct 9 2008
Life. Love. Kari. and Lyrics Worthy of Their Own Category and Story Time Heartbreak, Life, Love, Navy, Owen, Perfection, Relationships, Sailors, Smiling, Use Your Words 6:38 pm
I smiled a much larger smile than usual, today…twice.
#1:
The text I got at 9am, as I pulled up to work this morning. I was dreading work today and I was getting out of the car when I received the text. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but then again, he always seems to know when to text me the perfect words at the perfect time.
#2:
Those books that you’ve read, you will read again, after enough time passes. You’ll remember some names, but not how they end, after enough time passes. Your heart will break all over again, after enough time passes – and so on and so forth…and seeing his smile at the exact same time.
If You’re A Bird, I’m A Bird Sunday, Oct 5 2008
If You Feel Like Thinking and Life. Love. Kari. Happiness, Honesty, Life, Love, Perfection, Relationships, The Notebook, The Spill Canvas, Truth 2:37 pm
Would you just stay with me?
Stay with you?
What for?
Look at us, we’re already fighting.
Well, that’s what we do.
We fight.
You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch
and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass,
which you are, 99% of the time.
I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings.
They have like, a two second rebound rate
and you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
So, what?
So it’s not gonna be easy.
It’s gonna be really hard and we’re gonna have to work
at this every day, but I want to do that, because I want you.
I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.
Will you do something for me?
Please?
Will you just picture your life for me?
Years from now, what’s it look like?
If it’s with that guy, go!
Go!
I lost you once, I think I could do it again,
if I thought it’s what you really wanted,
but don’t you take the easy way out.
What easy way?
There is no easy way,
no matter what I do,
somebody gets hurt.
Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants.
Stop thinking about what I want,
what he wants,
what your parents want.
What do you want?
It’s not that simple.
What do you want?
It’s not…
Goddamnit, what do you want?
.
.
.
.
.
I know what I want and if it takes me seven years to finally stop being too proud to go with it, then I guess I’ll wait seven years. It doens’t matter how perfect something may appear to be, if it doesn’t make you as happy as the things that don’t appear as perfect, there shouldn’t be any hesitation as to which you should choose, because you’ll realize that in the end, that the things that don’t appear as perfect, really are and the things that appear perfect, really aren’t.
How does it feel to know you’re everything I need?
