....I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
Look, I am loving this chick lately, in spite of how uncomfortable it can be to check out her facial expressions. But! Will.i.am? Oh, I can check out his sweet ass, ahem, FACE, any time!
I love this song. It chokes me up every time I hear it, and I come close to chunking my ipod out onto the highway when it plays, but also? Oh, sweet caroline, it is so damn sweet. I don't know that anyone has ever felt this way about me. I do indeed know that I have felt this way about someone before. I would be so blessed to have a man enter my life that would feel this way.
Happy Valentine's Day to all of you, even those of you that have this kind of mutual relationship that I'm a tad jealous of. :)
And now for my bitter screw-you-love Valentine's pick. You knew I'd do it, right??
Yes, it's Tuesday. Day late, dollar short. Not the first time.
So, let me just explain this to you. I recorded my sister singing this song awhile ago, but for some reason my crackberry didn't want to let me send it to myself. Then I recorded this one, but it's not as fanfuckintastic as the first one. First off, I'm at a bad angle. More importantly though, is the fact that my kid has an epic meltdown-" goooooooooo pottttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, graaaaaaaaandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa don't leeeeeeeeeave meeeeeeee"-right in the middle. Love that my sister and I both sorta meltdown with her. Anyway, welcome to my world. (And yes, I am soooo available to use my professional videotaping skills for all of your party/recording needs.) Enjoy. :)
Our house is not quiet, tranquil, or relaxing by any stretch of any of those words. The dogs are constantly barking, whining, playing, bouncing, shitting, snoring. The TV is old as hell, so it's loud one second, and silent the next. And when I say loud, I mean "Did I wake up in a nursing home?" loud. We all yell over one another in happy voices. My brother stops by almost every night, and that takes it up another few levels.
We are the same way in the car. Let me give you a teeny tiny peek:
Mom: "So, at work today, Bitchface #1 walked in and told me that..." interrupting, Sister: "Oooo, I like this song! Can you turn it up?" Me, to Sister: "Hold on a sec." Turn up the radio. Me, to mom: "Okay, go on." My girl: "Mother, this is a loud song. I don't like it so much." Sister: "OMG, she is SO annoying. SERIOUSLY? Just turn the stupid song off..." My girl: "Oh wait! I do like this song!" Sister: DEEP SIGH. Mom: "Soooo, anywho! She tells me that she thinks she should..." interrupting, My girl: "Is he saying BJ or DJ?" Sister: "DJ got us falling in love. GAH. Not BJ." Me: GIGGLING "She said BJ." Mom: gives me a sideways glance My girl: "OKAY, I got it. Grandma, Angel rolled her eyes at me!" My sister: "I didn't do ANYTHING! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Just whatever!" Me: smacking the radio off. Mom: turning around in the seat. Me & my mom: "OMG, can't you two be nice to one anther?" Sister and my girl: "She started it!" All of us: COLLECTIVE DEEP SIGH. Followed by: Frustration, grrrrr, & approximately 4.2 seconds of angry silence. Then: "Can you turn the radio back on please?"
After one such incident, my sister says:
"Ooo, turn this up. This is my jam!!!" My girl glares at her. She's got that shit down. "Come on! Everyone dance with me!" So we all start dancing in the jeep, at a redlight. With the windows down and the music blaring. And for the approximately 3 minutes it takes to listen to the song, we are a silent, happy, bouncy group of 4 girls dancing our hearts out, not a care in the world.
This song. Gah. I don't even know where to begin. This guy? His lyrics are just.... right fucking on.
Dark out all your demons with white noise, pills, and Jesus
And when I get down I just turn off the lights I find friends and lovers, some online sex and reruns And when I get down I just turn off the light the light the lights
And then this:
When you're lost and confused But you're too proud to face the truth Spend up all your money on a band-aide to cover the wound
I am not really sure how I have lived a single second without knowing the sexyness and greatness that is Robin Thicke. You better listen to both of these songs in their entirety. And then I dare you to tell me they don't make you feel all sexy and *rawr*. DARE YOU.
