Lyric of the Day

I made the mistake of listening to Kate Nash on my drive home last night. I have been happily single for a long time now. I have had a clear head. No crushes, no sillinesses. I am content being alone. Maybe it was the fact that I was tired and had had a less than stimulating Friday night. Whatever the case was, I was singing along to a song that had never resonated with me before. In fact I had scoffed at the lyrics in the past, passing them off as juvenile and girly. But listening to "The Nicest Thing" made me a little sad last night. It made me long for someone that I knew I was over (he had actually messaged me earlier in the day, he had been left and was letting me know). It made me long for someone to honour the words in the song.

"I wish I was your favourite girl,

I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.

I wish I was your favourite smile,

I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen

I wish that we could see if we could be something..."

- The Nicest Thing by Kate Nash

Lyric of the Day

It has been far too long since I posted, and I think this past weekend has given me more than enough to write about. I am no longer going to let my guard down. This girl will remain hardened, guarded and play downright hard-to-get. I am no longer going to play the field as they say. I have had enough of silly little head games. I am tired of being the fling. I am tired of bad timing. I am tired of being told how wonderful and awesome I am, but that "they don't want to hurt me". I am tired of cellinis, samsonites and louis vuittons, I am not a baggage handler. I am tired of being blonde, I think it is time for a new hair colour. I am tired of losing friends, and of bad conversation (I'm also tired of bad television). That was a side thought, apologies. I look forward to meeting new people. I look forward to making new friends and strengthening the friendships I already have. However, I am tired of being alone. I enjoy my solitude, but a little love goes a long way...

"Torturing ourselves

We must be into the abuse

If you're the rope that ties us together

Then please make me a new sad speech

Or leave and beg me just to stay

Used to run to my arms

But now I'm pulling away

Come and go as you please

I'm like a part time lover

With well worn knees

Well come on"

- Blame Me! Blame Me! by Anberlin