observation 309.24.14

Still happening, the numbers. Every time that one person makes me smile, I look over and see the numbers, always in repetition, 11:11, 1:11, 3:33, 5:55. I know what you think, at least one of the first things you might. That if I'm a clock-watcher, this is bound to happen. It's not me watching the clock. I don't even own a watch. It's something else when I just feel a tug and look to the clock and what I consider my nudging from someone much smarter than time, wanting me to make an answer, for myself. My answer is that only one person can make me turn my head to see this all happen, and make me forget how small my world got in just a matter of seconds.

You know who you are, and my heart overflows to thank you. So tell me how to carry on without you.



By the way, White Town never got enough respect.

"Your Woman"
Just tell me what you've got to say to me,
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth,
It comes as no surprise at all you see,
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.

Now I know your heart, I know your mind,
You don't even know you're being unkind,
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways,
Just use me up and then you walk away,
Boy you can't play me that way.

Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.

When I saw my best friend yesterday,
She said she never liked you from the start,
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same,
But you always knew you held my heart.
And you're such a charming handsome man,
Now I think I finally understand,
Is it in your genes?, I don't know,
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure,
Why did you play me this way?.

Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.

Well I guess what they say is true,
I could never spend my life with a man like you,
I could never be your woman.

-- "White Town"