Sweetest Hangover

If there's a cure for this....

I don't want it.

if there's a remedy....

i'll run from it.

I remember feeling that way and there are days like this when I question if I'll feel like this again.

Title and Intro courtesy of Diana Ross "Sweetest Hangover"

Still caught up in you, love can be so cruel.

Oh exes.

Just found out one of mine is moving to New York City for two weeks out of every month for September, October, December, and February. Oh and if he gets the position permanently... He'll be in New York every month for half the month. This could potentially change my outlook on things folks... I could be in trouble.

Title courtesy of Mariah Carey "Circles"

Back in the days when I was young...

High school me was smart. Yeaaaaaah boi! HS me didn't believe in sex. HS me didn't believe in listening to bullshit. HS me led life through her brain.

That's right- High School Little Miss Sunshine took it as a mantra when Jay-Z said "love Jay with your mind girl not with your heart." Sunshine was all about making decisions based upon her brain. HS me ran things because she never allowed herself to get hurt. College me started acting like a sulky R&B singer and allowed feelings to lead the race while logic trailed behind... far far FAR behind.

I am here to stand up and say NO MORE! Little Miss Sunshine has declared that her pre-legal training has begun: logos over pathos.

We shall see how this goes... Oh we shall see.

Title courtesy of Ahmad "Back in the Day"

Beautiful Nightmare...

I had a dream Sunday night that I was being stoned to death.

In a firing squad line stood every guy I've ever had a crush on who didn't like me back and every guy who've I've ever allowed to break my heart in some way, all with a bucket of stones placed on stumps next to them. The bell went off and stones were being thrown left and right at me. I wasn't chained up but I still didnt move. Not even to flinch. For every rock that hit me the pain lasted a second on that place on my body but everytime I was hit it felt like i was being delivered a swift kick to my chest- my heart.

I turned and looked at every guy with a stone in his hand... This guy that I liked for three years with nearly a boulder in his hand, the guy I dated for a few weeks in hs to make my boyfriend jealous- a hand full of pebbles. And so it went on like this, the opportunity to stare my assasins down. Finally before the end of the line, I found myself on the ground, knees bleeding profusely, arms bruised, head wounded, unable to breathe from the repeated attacks on my chest. I begged high onto the sky for anything to take away the pain... That death now come quick. I looked up and stared at the last man in line...

He looked up at me with his full lips and brown eyes and I recognized him instaneously- it was me. Assassin Me had a slingshot in hand with the smallest rock, sharpened to many different points and as she peeled back the rubberband and took aim towards her target I found myself studying the other me intensely. Such hate, fury, and a brow furrowed with scorn was plastered over my features... The assasin finally release the projectile and it hit me square in the chest killing me....

I dont know what it all means. I've taken some guesses and made a few ganders with dream dictionaries but I must say its the most poignant and root rocking dream I've had yet.... I agree with the dream interpretation points though... I'll post them below.

To dream that you are murdered, suggests that some important and significant relationship has been severed and you are trying to disconnect yourself from your emotions. It also represents your unused talents. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
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To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life. ---------

Disconnected and desperately escaping... If that doesn't describe my life right now I don't know what is.

Title courtesy of Beyonce "Beautiful Nightmare"

Moments in Love

I think the best moment in a girls relationship life is the moment her boyfriend decides that he's ready to make her his wife.

Not the moment he proposes (he's been thinking about how to do that now for weeks), not the moment he says I do (he's been thinking about doing this for months)... The moment when he's sitting on the couch and watches you laugh so hard you mouth is wide open, and your chest heaves trying to catch your breath.... And he decides he wants to see you like this everyday in his life.

The moment it mentally clicks that HE chooses you...

Title Courtesy of The Art of Noise "Moments in Love"

Changes in Tides

There is a term that I've learned to look past it's face value and actually a means to express the limitations that we have as human beings: forever.

Nothing is forever except for change. There will come a day when the sun ceases and everything we've counted on as being forever is gone. Earth is just a freezing rock in a new orbit.Relationships are also not forever. They do not exist beyond a time space continum and there at not many that exist a lifetime. As human beings we live our lives in fluidity allowing one change to flow into the other as time moves forward and rarely do we think of the effect of daily changes has on us. 

How every microchange shifts our macroviews. I've been spending sometime thinking about how I've lived my life worrying about the macro and ignorning the micro. I'm a details person by nature but in love- I want to see the big picture. I want to see the finish puzzle: house, kids, jobs, us. I spend so much time worrying about how to get the pieces in the right place that I ignore what the pieces are. I lose sight of the afternoons spent sitting in between his legs on a grassy hill learning words in Afrikaans and receiving kisses on my forehead for every word I repeated correctly. Essentially I neglected to understand how every one of those pieces help create the big puzzle...

And I might of lost a great love because of it.

Easy Like Sunday Morning...