Yet still Happier

I admit I'm in LOVe with this album.  It seemed to find me and hit my strings just in the right vibration.  I want to do everything to it: Clean, blog, facebook, study, even play it during commercials.  Okay, not quite that extreme.
Could this be the beginning of a new crush?  Who knew I'd like Mika so much.  I did recently, after delving into this album a little bit more, find out that he has come out as a homo.  Good for him, and that takes my chances up to marry him and live happily ever after.  In my head we're already living that way.

As of right now these are my top songs:
1) Overrated - Mika
2) Stardust - Mika
3) Try - P!nk
4) Somebody I used to know - Glee Cast - recent resurgence
5) Underwater - Mika

Surprisingly there is no Madonna right now in my top listens.  The concert.  Oh the concert.  Amazing.  I sang and screamed and cried and everything.  I do enjoy the Madonna.

So much left unsaid

In the end how does it turn out?  I can only cater to so many egos and forget myself so much.  I need to keep myself first in a sense of balance.  I can't keep giving and I'm not your whore. That's right baby, Bang Bang.

It was twisting my soul to be there for you but only suffer so much before I can't go on.  I won't tell you since you're a master of words and manipulation.  I have no contest to win, I just leave.  That's how I feel.

For now

"You can always trim you chest hair," I said.  "Some will like that look, and others will be disappointed.  But at the sunset, it's you whose opinion matters."
He flashed his sapphire eyes and gleaming smile at my comment.  Three years ago, six months, hell, even last night I would have been smitten with him.  Blessing every last photon that transmitted his image into my being.  But tonight I smiled in return, amused as if I were watching a toothpaste commercial and then debated if it would be too late to fit in an episode of White Collar before bed.  I took a sip of my beer and measured the volume remaining vs. the time.
Flash back to my present scene as my friends tickle the boy's ego.  He's caught some other PrettyYoungThings's attention and I steer the conversation to such, facilitate a meeting and return to my friends who are pouting that SapphireEyes is gone.
"He'll be back ladies, maybe not tonight, but you'll see him again."
And it was true.  He was a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.  Yes, four friends away was our initial meeting, but thankfully we were direct acquaintances now.  However FourthFriend was having a get-together of some sort and he would be there.  I let my mind wander to a beach with BlueEyes on it.  I was intrigued by him, but he deserves someone to chase after him who actually has a heart and is capable of emotion.  My heart just pumps the blood these days.  And quite frankly, that makes me happy.

Yesterday's newspaper.

He wasn't sure if it was a good day, or a bad day.  The clouds were indecisive all day as well; letting in the sun then shutting it out as if it were a game of strategy.  He wondered who would win, if it were strategy.  Now the report, the insignificant report had no answers for it's ripples.  It was inconsequential and yet persisted to the paramount thoughts in his head.  The interview was important.  It was his future.  But he had answers to that.  He knew the whys of the directions and the ebbing and flowing of that tide.  The report was masked.  It was that mask that he yearned to remove.  But the answers were not his, nor were anywhere in place to obtain.  Letting go the paper boat in the river.  There will be others.