Fun With Alliterations

This week has been long, lackluster, and ludicrous.

On the bright side, my Dad had the wonderful Pepsi and a variety of cereal waiting on me when I returned home earlier today. Yay for Daddys!

But really. This week has sucked sufficiently so.

Although, I have been a bit ambitious this week. I started seriously looking into graduate schools. Yes, I realize that I am a nerd of gigantic proportions.

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Is the mail-person required to come by your mailbox every day, Monday through Saturday? And what happens when they don't show? Do you call some Postal Police to spy on your mailbox and see if the mail-person really isn't coming to deliver or pick up mail?

How come the girls on American Idol sucked all kinds the other night? Katharine was the only girl who rocked it out. I was not impressed with the other girls. And how about that Ace? He's fantastic!

You know what else? Desire is a powerful thing.

Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly.
The water’s higher.
Desire

With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire

You know me. You don't mind waiting.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.
Desire

Desire -- Ryan Adams