This is not a serious entry. The reason for this is because I am deliriously happy. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know why. Well, I know why BUT I’M NOT SHARING. Teehee. There’s something to be said about secrets.
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, “Baby is something wrong?”
I say, “Nothing I was just thinking
How we don’t have a song” and he says
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said:
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
‘Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on his window
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
‘Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn’t kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
-Our Song by Taylor Swift
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I should be doing my thesis paper. It’s due on Thursday! And yet, the endorphins that course through my body is telling me that all will be alright. I have the rest of the afternoon. And so I’m going to agree with my endorphins and write this entry! Nasty is prolly rolling her eyes at me. Yes, I realize that I have a crap conclusion and a not-long-enough introduction BUT I MUST HEED MY ENDORPHIC DESIRES. This is related to our cannot-stop-smiling conversations. My cheeks still hurt.
You’re laughing at my expense now. Glad I make your day. :D
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart
I am such a pervert. The other hand is over her heart, is it?! XD
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
This is no way related but: WE HAVE SCREEN DOORS AND I’M ALWAYS TOLD NOT TO SLAM THEM. LOLWHUT. XD Okay, the only person I talk to on the phone for hours on end is Francie. I LOVE YOU DEAR AND THIS IS YOUR SPECIAL MENTION. <3 I do not love you in that way though. :))
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I just lol at this. Maybe the “you” has such a melodic laugh. Or it sounds melodic. Sounds. Eh. Funny though. Now, I interpreted “Asking God if He could play it again” as playing the moment again like a rewind. WHICH WOULD BE TOTALLY AWESOME.
I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Three words: ENGLISH THESIS PAPER. ktnxbai XD But the quizzes have made a good contribution.
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said:
This is all I can say: I DID NOT MISS THEM ROSES. :)) Yes, there really was roses when I got home. A WHOLE BUNCH OF THEM. :)) And there was a single thornless rose. GUESS WHAT THE HELL THIS MEANS. I know. And I LMAO-ed at this. See, an index of flower meanings help. A lot. Why do I have weird books. Also, there was no note. :< THAT’S OKAY THOUGH. I KNOW WHO THEY WERE FROM. =)) Asshole. =))))))))))))))))
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
I am not a fan of radios. And I’m still not sure if we have a song. :< Tis alright! >:D<
FRANCIE, THIS IS FOR YOU. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. AND I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE BOOBS WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT. :>
NASTY, THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BULLSHIT. YOU’RE LIKE GOD.
Oh, Francie: Yes, I’ll be your cadet and you’ll be my officer. <3
LOL @ MILITARY REFERENCES. XD HAHA WHAT.
Mmkay. Crazy is over. I’m still smiling though. :)
