"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
And you-ou-ou-ou take me the way I am
Friday, January 25, 2008

I like Ingrid Michaelson's voice.
It swallows mine whole when I sing along.
Like when I was a kid.

Today I am going to my friend's birthday party. Slash I don't have a present for her. Cause I'm POOR. And unthoughtful. If that's really even an adjective.

I try to sing it without her. But I can't. It's not the same. I can do Nora Jones....and Wicked...and even Bill Withers if I'm trying hard enough. But this is okay. It gives me an excuse to play it again. I lose myself here sometimes.
She is one of those people that I wish I knew before they were on vh1.

That is all for today.

Guilt for being presentless,
Emily

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1 comments:

emilea said...

i <3 norah jones. her stuff is amazing. and very...deep at the same time. favorite song?

i never get presents. i think i'm the present first off (uh huh, sure), but i never bring presents unleess it's THAT day at school. then i'll make sure to get you a chocolate bar (or a poptart). it's all good.

sometimes i even send e-cards. but whatever.

love you,
emilea

January 26, 2008 at 6:31 AM  

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