The only light connecting me to where you are…
I don’t know how many different posts I’ve started and deleted lately. I feel the overwhelming need to write something, but…I got nothin’.
Nothing coherent, at least.
No, no. Less coherent than usual.
It’s four-something in the morning and…guess who’s not sleeping? I had a few nights in a row in bed at least. And it’s now Friday so…weekend.
Emerson Mouse and I (Do you think I sit here alone all night?) have been whiling away our sleepless hours watching painfully awkward music numbers.
Glee videos.
We’ve been watching Glee videos.
I don’t even watch the show but I’m a sucker for Kurt and Blaine duets (okay, Artie too…), and they’re the only reason I know any One Direction songs, which should make my baby Ellie proud.
Or something.
I should really get back to the Ryan Star listening. He’s been working on shoving O.A.R. out of the way for the past couple of days. (Not entirely. I’m not ready to let go of them just yet…and now I’m imagining a Ryan Star and Marc Roberge collaboration…and picturing Richard On playing guitar on these songs…and…I should probably just stop…)
I couldn’t tell you what exactly it is about that man’s voice, but hot damn.
So many inappropriate things I could say.
But I won’t.
For now.
*ahem*
What?
(We Were Kings by Ryan Star)
Picking just one song is damn near impossible.
Erm…
Probably should have picked THAT ONE.
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