I can't quite fathom how my restless nights would be cured without Michael Buble's albums on repeat. His jazz-esque genre came out of left field -is he really alive? I didn't think people like him existed anymore.
I live in the craziest city in all of America and um, the world. Cars zoom by blaring Eminem as they hum along with profanity and taxis honk obnoxiously when I'm on the phone. Yesterday, I walked into a boutique, negotiated a price, and walked out with a new pair of shoes. I go to Kiss & Fly or perhaps 1Oak to get hit on by a guy that thinks he's winning me over by splurging on a $23 vodka tonic (which I'd never, ever drink out of choice). Everything is loud. From noise to actions, it's over-the-top and out of control. I don't mind old fashion. It's actually quite attractive. Nothing spells out standards like being asked to dinner. Today's idea of dating has really lost its charm. People shy away from commitment and are perplexed when someone's idea of a fun weekend encompasses anything but going to a club. Everyone, and I mean everyone, feels obligated to constantly be doing something, when some of my favorite nights have been watching Food Network with my parents. It's really the little things that matter the most. To be able to not have plans, not force anything, and be laughing with hysterics because at the end of the night it had been the most ridiculous day ever. Old fashioned -it's actually a rarity if anyone has a fraction in their system.
Top 3 favorite things to do in NYC: restaurants, parks, low-key bars. Simplistic and enjoyable. What are you trying to prove anyways?
Oh Michael. Your voice makes me want to light candles and drink Merlot after dusk as I casually make myself a rice dish for dinner.
Such a breath of fresh air.
I'm not surprised, not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up then I let myself down
I tried so very hard not to loose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility
And I know some day that it’ll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up then I let myself down
I tried so very hard not to loose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility
And I know some day that it’ll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
Reading that was music to MY ears. Its what every parent wants to hear.."you finally get it" LIFE
ReplyDeleteNever ever settle...wait for those things you want in life..never stop trying..and certainly dont settle cause its all worth it
Chivalry must be dead, a low key dinner and a movie has been replaced with clubbing and vodka tonics. Give me my account for netflix and a generously large bottle of merlot because clearly I shall be waiting quite some time.
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