Oh Pandora how you know me so! 

Well I’m so sad tonight

And the words won’t come out right

It’s been a long day on the track

And its stamina that I lack

 

So won’t you run to me tonight?

Tonight we could pretend that we’re just lovers

But I’ll only ever be a middle distance runner

 

Well my heart is beating hard

And I’m off with a shot at the start

And my legs tremble from strain

But by the finish line I am drained

 

So won’t you run to me tonight?

Tonight let’s not talk about next summer

Cause I’ll only ever be a middle distance runner

 

Well I’m so proud tonight

Of the woman you’ve become

And I’m just too tired to fight

So my darling, I’ll succumb

 

But you’ll have to run to me tonight

Tonight I will love you forever

But I’ll only ever be a middle distance runner

 

Middle Distance Runner-Sea Wolf

Although, I guess my tastes aren’t all that hard to figure out. I’m kinda predictable actually. Put a cute sweater on a guy, some perfectly fit dark denims, give him some messed up tousled hair, have him strum on his guitar, and sing some lovely li’l lyrics about love and loss and whatnot and somesuch and gosh, I’m all yours. Or at least I’ll pretend I am and then run away. It’s what I do. There’s this really funny idea Mel, Hil and I have for this most awesome engagement/wedding scene that I’m gonna write. It’s so flippin’ hilarious and tragically true. Hehe….

 

Anyway, back to whatever random I was typing. Got distracted by myspace, Pandora, itunes and facebook oh and blogspot. Shit, I have a lot of windows open. So I decided all these baby-blogs I’ve been posting should really be going to my blogspot. I should do more with that. Today at work between the books, and patrons, and computers and cards I found all kinds of adorable fashiony cute gal blogs and totally got lost in that world and it made me wanna update my blogspot.

 

If I do, will you come read it? Yes, you. You right there. Cause I think you’re swell. And maybe you have some time to kill and wanna read whatever crazy crap I have to say. I’d love to read the crazy crap you have to say as well. Afterall, we are friends. And I’m sure I think you’re sexy and that your words are sexy and that your funny is sexy. Yes. Most definitely. I TOTALLY think your funny is sexy. I full heartily agree with every inch of my being that your funny is sexy. I believe funny is the best kinda sexy there is.

 

Okay I’ll stop hitting on you know. Gosh I’m a slut.

 

Actually that’s a lie I’m not a slut. Some might say a prude. But I’m not that either. Others may say a tease. And they might be right. Or maybe not. We’ll never know. Or I’ll blog about that topic tomorrow and then you will. We’ll see. Or not. Or…you know. Okay enough with the ridiculousness.

 

Also, back to original thought that spurred this blog in the first place: Sea Wolf.

 

I am in LOVE with this band. And I don’t use the word “love” willy-nilly . Something about the song “Middle Distance Runner” has captured my heart and it just won’t let it go. I could listen to it for a thousand years on repeat and forever be happy.

 

I love you song.  You are the song for me. I know what you’re thinking, I fall in love with songs ever other week, but I think this may be it song. Cause you are pleasant, and fun, and perfect and flawed, and maybe you could love me back? Don’t answer me right now song. Think about it. Marinate on it. And maybe we could have something, you know.

 Okaybye.

~HM~