this morning i resolve to believe that love (you know what kind i mean, don't get on me with friends & kids, that's not what i'm talking about & you know it) exists &/or that i haven't already had both my first & last. we'll see if this goes as badly as the wanting to believe in the ghosts of tiredness. because if i have had my first & last already it may as well not exist & therefore i can on with ... whatever it is one gets on with.
i might be just a tad fussy this morning.
perception ain't always reality.
I would wager that you are not all that fussy and that it does exist. It is as sweet as a stolen doughnut with sprinkles and other assorted crap all over it.
I think that love exsists, but the joke is that we only find it when we don't really feel prepared for it.
I wanna know what love is... I want you to show me....
Some silly song from 80's hairband
Oh, it's real baby!
All I know for sure is that love looks different after the age of forty.
oh my god. i remember the first time i heard that song. i was sitting in a red ford tempo with a crashed in passenger door that you had to climb out the window to get out of, in the basement of the Kaiser building in Oakland while the guy i was awfully married to was inside bumming money off his dad, again, & they played that song for the first time & i sat there sobbing hysterically & wondered if i'd ever know what love was. is.
it was Foreigner. i don't consider it a silly song, mostly because of the whole basement / tempo experience.
& i still don't know if i'll ever know.