Threw my bad fortune off the top of a tall building,
I'd rather have done it with you.
Your boys smile, five in the morning,
Looked into your eyes, and I was really in love.
In Chinatown, hungover, you showed me just what I could do,
Talking about time travel and the meaning,
And just what it was worth.
And I feel like some bird of paradise,
My bad fortune slipping away.
And I feel the innocence of a child,
Everyone's got something good to say.
I paint pictures to remember,
You're too beautiful tp put into words.
Like a gypsy you dance in circles,
All around me, and all over the world.


The best weekend ever- he stayed on Friday night, and then I spent some of Saturday by myself till he came back on Saturday night and stayed until midnight on Sunday. We spent all of Sunday in bed, mostly watching movies and eating. We ordered in Chinese for lunch and he did a Mcdonalds run for dinner. We drank an awful lot of vodka last night. He made me breakfast in bed.

He told me he loves me.