I’ll say goodbye to love
No one ever cared if I should live or die
Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by
And all I know of love
Is how to live without it
I just can’t seem to find it

So I’ve made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though it’s not the easy way
I guess I’ve always known
I’d say goodbye to love

There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories
And I’ll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I’ll go on as best I can

What lies in the future
Is a mystery to us all
No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls
There may come a time when I will see that I’ve been wrong
But for now this is my song

And it’s goodbye to love
I’ll say goodbye to love

What i'm listening to:

Goodbye to Love
The Carpenters
A Song for You

What did we do before the internet?

I suppose we believed people a lot more.

Yesterday, someone spent three minutes trying to convince me that Woody Allen had died.

This morning, upon waking, I was curious. Enter Google.

Spoiler: as of the time of this post, he’s still with us.

My hobby: Walk up beside someone and say, “All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die.”

My, the looks I get. Mostly, WTF looks. And a lot of confusion.

Is this funny? I think it’s hilarious. Apparently, I am the only one. Even friends who have heard of Sheryl Crow, and are familiar with the song, give a blank stare.

Yet, the sentiment is true.

Sigh. All I want to do is have a little fun before I die…

What i'm listening to:

All I Wanna Do
Sheryl Crow
Tuesday Night Music Club

Men are entering a new phase. Love me right, or leave me alone. No in between.

No more confusion. No mixed signals. No half effort connections. Clarity or nothing.

You either bring peace. Respect. Consistency. Or you bring distance.

Because “almost” love drains more than loneliness ever will.

Hot and cold? Gone. Uncertain energy? Gone. Emotional games? Dead.

Men are done negotiating for basic standards. What’s simple should be natural. Not forced.

If it feels like work just to feel secure, it’s not love. It’s maintenance.

Love me right, or don’t be around me at all. I’m not here for confusion anymore.