Monday, December 31, 2007

Terror

No new year resolutions yet. Have to sit down and write. Not blogged in ages but blame OMANTEL for that.

New word for the day

Tortilicious.

It refers to being tortured by the idea that your folks are gonna find out about that *bad* thing you're doing, but feeling delicious while you're doing it.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Farewell.

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Lyrics: Chris Daughtry - Home lyrics

I'm flying out on the 19th of December. Might be back next year or not, I really don't know. It was a really fast decision, and I'm going home. Back to what I once ran away from and I have made my peace with now.