Make a List

Until I can actually describe in a proper manner how the words ‘I love you’ affect me, and what they mean here is a list of songs that describe it better:

I need you – LeAnn Rimes

Can’t take my eyes off you – Frankie Valli

Ain’t Nothing ’bout you – Brooks and Dunn

Rule the World – Take That

Everywhere – Bran Van 3000

How do I live – LeAnn Rimes

With You – Chris Brown

With Me – Sum 41

How Sweet it is – Rockapella

You won’t ever be lonely – Andy Griggs

The time of my life – Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes

Must Be Doin’ Something Right – Billy Currington

All the Words – Kutless

In the Sun – Joseph Arthur

Cowboy take me away – Dixie Chicks

I’ll Be – Edwin McCain

The Way You Love Me – Faith Hill

It’s Your Love – Faith Hill and Tim McGraw

My heart goes boom – French Affair

The Dance – Garth Brooks

Right where I need to be – Gary Allen

A feelin’ like that – Gary Allen

When I Think About Angels – Jamie O’Neal

Closer – Joshua Radin

You and Me – Lifehouse

First Time – Lifehouse

A little more you – Little Big Town

Amazed – Lonestar

And there are so, so, so many more but those will suffice for now.

I love you, baby.

XOXO,

Whisper

This is just to say

The next few sequences of posts may be really sappy and soaked in romance and love, but to me that is a part of it all. To some it may be straying from the norm and if that is what some think and are disappointed that I’m not living up to their expectations, then those some haven’t read every word that I have written. Or perhaps I’m just not very good at expressing any mood besides ‘horny.’ Anyways, just to let anyone who doesn’t like or want to read about the love part of sex, that is probably what the next few posts are going to be about. Sappy, romantic, icky love stuff.

*sob*

OMFG!!! I am not loving life right now. I have two midterms this week, finals are two weeks after that. I am still looking for housing, I have one offer and still have to see three others. And they all need decisions with in a week and a half and I’m getting irritated, and short on temper. I have no food in my apartment, I haven’t worked out in three weeks (apart from woman on top sex, and even that I’m not getting much of); and it is all just coming at me so fast, and I am swinging as accurately as I can, but I can’t miss any of these fast balls and they are coming at 100 miles and hour! If I miss there is a chance that the ball will be high and embed right into my skull!

Please just listen quietly while I sob into my pillow.

*sniffle/sobs/tears/wails*

Ahhh….thanks.

Whisper