ziggy zaggy it fly high.

There's this female writer,
she'd write all night
and leave the manuscript on her husband's desk.
Then he would wake up in the morning,
and read it before he goes to work.
He'd be her first reader every day

I want him to be the person to have my first joke every day.
I want to give him the first and best joke I make.
That's how much...I'll love him <3

after a good amount of time searching for the wrong thing, sheila found a vid of a song that brings back a jatrillion memories. it's beyond me the way different senses bring back, not the memory itself, but the feeling of each memory. i've smelled familiar things that seriously upset me to the bone. well just wathing this and hearing this melody accompanied with hilarious broken engrish makes me want to GOOD-cry. like on the ground crying over my pretty-cool childhood. this reminds me of vcrs and upstairs living rooms.



Pretty red bricks, bridge that spans the tide
Draw the picture, see the face of the one I want by my side.
There you are all dressed in black, but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be you're dressed that way for me?
Why are you so shy?

beepbeep.
beepbeep.


bahahbye