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Depeche Mode - Rush
Walk with me
Open your sensitive mouth
And talk to me
Hold out your delicate hands
And feel me
Couldn't make any plans
To conceal me
Open your sensitive mouth
Hold out your delicate hands
With such a sensitive mouth
I'm easy to see through
When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you
Cry for you
Seen the tears
Roll down from my eyes for you
Heard my truth
Distorted to lies for you
Watched my love
Becoming a prize for you
Seen the tears in my eyes
Heard my truth turn to lies
Seen the tears in my eyes
I'm not proud of what I do
When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you
I come up to meet you
Up there somewhere
When I rush to greet you
My soul is bared
Gave more for you
Dropped my crutches
And crawled on the floor for you
Went looking behind every door for you
And because of the things
That I saw for you
I spiritually grew
When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you
horoscope
Heartfelt communication helps you take a relationship where it needs to go. For some, the marriage questions will be addressed. Prepare for the arrival of guests or the return of a loved one tonight.
horoscope
Libra - Don't be afraid of what others will think if you really put yourself out there. Everyone's too busy trying to express themselves to even think about what anyone else looks like.
Is there anyone else that I can be a disappointment to today? I can't imagine that I've left anyone out but, there is always the slight chance.
I hate arguing with him. I hate being like that. I hate being the one that is the 'confronter'. I feel like I'm just a broken record. It's the same thing over and over again. I know he hates to hear it but it never gets fixed. Some old black woman tole me once that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. So far... not so much. I keep telling him to get the fuck off the computer and walk thru life with me. Isn't that what a marriage is about? Aren't we supposed to be partners on some stupid fucking journey? Am I wrong??? Why is is that I'm the only one on a journey and he's got the computer stuck to his face? It's the only thing we fight about...time. The one thing that we don't agree on. Well that's not true. We don't agree on many things. It's just the one thing that we fight over. I say he doesn't give me and the baby enough of it and he says he just doesn't have that much.
How is it that I can work 40 hours a week, do the laundry, spend countless hours hooked up to the breast pump, do the dishes, make the dinner and try to find some QT with Mac and he says that he only has time to work and unwind. By unwind, he means play on the computer. I think I will have it cut off. That would get him. Oops, I forgot to pay the bill.
It was so bad today on lunch that I honestly considered packing myself and the baby and spending the weekend with my mother. Then I saw the pretty flashing lights in my rearview. I got a fucking speeding ticket b/c I was so pissed off on the way back that I was paying NO attention to what I was doing. That was a 43 in a 25 thank-you-very-much. So going to Mom's is now out of the picture since she's "disappointed" in me. What the fuck else is new there? NOt a goddamn thing, that's what. That woman is forever "disappointed" in me. Having a baby was the only thing I've ever done that was close to right and that was still not perfect. I didn't have a girl and I wasn't "financially stable" when I had him. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Anyone else want to take a shot? Anyone...?
So Jason says I'm a confronter. Wtf is that supposed to mean? He says that his whole life women have been telling him that he isn't good enough and up to this point I've been different. Like it's a threat. Like I'm just going to turn in to Janna or his step-mother in the blink of an eye and I'll never be able to go back to myself. I don't think so scooter. You are the one that is fucked up. NOt me. You're the one that would rather be on the fucking computer than hanging out in the living room talking to me and playing with the baby. I mean, why even have a baby? It's not that he isn't there at all for the boy. He plays with him. Yesterday evening we even went on a nice little family walk. Or hobble, as the case may be. It's just par for the corse that my hips are fucked up again. Fan tastic.
So here I am. With an after-baby body. Two bad hips. A broken thumbnail. Bad skin. Freckles. And a speeding ticket on my driving record.
Why would anyone want me?
