yeah, right
well, a good thing we all pretended that we didn't read the last entry since it was nothing about nothing, not that this entry will be about anything, or something, for that matter... I did just see Valerie Bertinelli on TV for a few moments a few moments ago and for a few moments i felt the old crush i used to have on her when we were both teenagers and she was the cute on...
there was a lot more to say about a lot of other things, but i wandered over to myspace and seemed to let a whole other thing out there, or few, and then i nodded off, finally, and now i'm technically late for work, as usual, so see you later or sometime after this time...
another litle bit of nothing, but at last this time, it could lead to something...
there was a lot more to say about a lot of other things, but i wandered over to myspace and seemed to let a whole other thing out there, or few, and then i nodded off, finally, and now i'm technically late for work, as usual, so see you later or sometime after this time...
another litle bit of nothing, but at last this time, it could lead to something...
Labels: amused, memories, mtmm, myspace, naked, revealing, semi-philosophy, words, writing
posted by candoor at 9:49 AM
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Did anyone not read the last entry? There's gonna be a quiz so hopefully everyone has read and studied the material.
For some reason mentioning Valerie Bertinelli has now placed that Steve Winwood song in my head, so of course I had to find the lyrics to paste, because now I am humming along with Stevie to "Valerie"...
"So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair
I can't help remember just where she touched me
There's still no face here in her place
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
CHORUS:
Valerie, call on me
Call on me, Valerie
Come and see me
I'm the same boy I used to be
Love songs fill the night, but they don't tell it all
Not how lovers cry out just like they're dying
Her cries hang there in time somewhere
Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me
Some night I may hear her like she used to be
No it can't be that warm with the wind in her arms
So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day
Music, high and sweet, then she just blew away
Don't tell me you're warm with the wind in your arms
CHORUS:
Valerie, call on me
Call on me, Valerie
Come and see me
I'm the same boy I used to be"
ah, music... music definitely influenced the myspace entry i wrote last night...
thank you for being here :)
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