I have seriously got the Long-Distance Relationship blues. If I could play the harmonica, I would get up at an open mike and jam on how badly it sucks to be 3000 miles from the person that you might just possibly be falling in love with. Then I'd drink a bottle of whiskey and pass out in an alley.
I can't really write about it. It's too whiny, too annoying and would make for far too boring a blog entry. But I'm PMS-y, tired from my fabulous weekend in NYC and hitting my limit at the 3 week mark since I've gotten any lovin'. Mix said ingredients in a hot and humid alien city and stir and you've got a nice batch of Crazy, fresh out of the oven.
Lyrics of the Day
"I wanted to see you walking backwards, to get the sensation of you coming home. I wanted to see you walking away from me, without the sensation you're leaving me alone." Counting Crows Time and Time Again
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6 years ago
2 comments:
Awww, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. ;)
Haven't seen my long-distance honey since April 3rd, so I know whereof you speak.
As to the last blog, I'm so glad your weekend together was fantastic! All I can say is try to find the enjoyment in the long phone conversations that reveal so much of what you love about him. :)
All I can say is this . . . we are 9,812 miles apart and have not seen each other since December 8.
I know how it feels!!!!
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