John Mayer
Your Body Is A Wonderland

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

'Cause if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

you want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

Amazing!

Supernova caught in its exploding act

stare all you like.

i have nothing to hide.

which is just as well really,
because i wouldn't stand much chance of keeping it from you if i did.

*sigh*

In 1700s,

European women achieved a pale complexion by eating "Arsenic Complexion Wafers" actually made with the poison.

isn't it amazing..

the way day and night chase each other endlessly.

yet they never manage to catch up!

i'm not married.

thanks for all the congratulations etc... but what i wrote in a post below was somebody else's experience.

i don't think i have it in me...
to get married.

again.

once bitten. twice shy.

life rarely gives me time to stop and think.

one thing follows another.

i've barely made one adjustment when suddenly, i find myself needing to redress some further imbalance or tackle some additional challenge.

and when the pace finally eases up, i'm too exhausted and/or shell-shocked to reflect.

i'm back.

bought

two new pairs of italian shoes.

gorgeous. but painful.

extremely.

tears time?

I just thought of a wonderful gift I received...my mother spent thousands of dollars on my wedding with absolutely no help from my father, so she didn't have much money to spend on an actual gift. When we were opening gifts after the wedding, I found a photo album that I opened to find pictures of me as I was growing up. It started with an ultrasound picture of me in my mother's belly and went through her baby shower, my birth, kindergarten, dance classes, graduation, etc. up to my wedding day, where she left an opening for me to insert a wedding picture. She had also written a story to go along with every picture, sort of in the theme of a children's book, to let me know how much she loved me through all stages of my life, ending with the thought that it was now someone else's turn to love and take care of me. That album brings me to tears every time I look at it. Thanks Mom!!!

sometimes..

i yearn for change regardless of the consequences.

life is..

.. one hell of a cluster fuck.

i stand by the shoreline of surrender..

expecting to be overwhelmed by a wave of inevitability. am i resigned to a future full of compromise and repetition?

maybe i should wade further out. fashion a board from the fabric of faith and prepare to surf on the tide of serendipity.. build a boat of hope and start sailing the sea of possibility.

maybe i just lost my mind.

he: Ready for some weird wisdom?

me: sure

he: Adulthood is not a function of age. You become an adult when you realize that the world doesn't revolve around you and that your responsibilities won't see to themselves - you have to see to them.