There's a Lifetime Ahead of Us

There's a lifetime ahead of us
But the wait is overrated
Every day should just be hated
Can't we all just be sudated?

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I can't tell you how hard it is for me to just NOT text her. Seriously. I really want to. I want to hang out with her. I want to see her. I really do. There's just something about her that makes me want her. Its true.

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I like music.

A Lot.

Like, a lot a lot. I never used to. When I was a kid, growing up, I never listened to music at all. Not until, like, 8th grade. My buddy Scott listening to music all the freakin' time. I used to go to his house to play basketball on a nearly daily basis and he used to pull his boombox out in the driveway as we'd play. It started with Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men. Then it moved to Coolio and Snoop.
College, though, came with a different group of friends. Its then that I really started listening to Korn and Metallica. It's then that I first really listened to TOOL. That was really my thing for a long time. Mainstream and alternative rock. I liked it loud and aggresive.
Right before my divorce, though, my musical tastes started mellowing out a bit. My X introduced me to Keane and I thought, 'This isn't too bad.' And then I discovered The Decemberists. Through the divorce I became Emo. I mean, I was in my mid 20's while most other emo kids were, like, 12. But still. That really started my decent into Indie.
Now I listen to shit most people haven't heard of. I don't mind twangy guitar. I listen to bands like The Xx's or M83. My current favorite is Two Door Cinema Club.
For most of the last 20 years I have had music playing in the background. I've never thought about creating a soundtrack to my life, so this is just a rough guestimate of what I think it should be, but here goes a quick one:

Middle School (92-93)- Boyz II Men - Its So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday
High School (94-97)- Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise
College (early years 97-98) - Korn - A.D.I.D.A.S.
College (middle years 98-99) - Chubbuwumba - I Get Knocked Down
College (later years 00-02) - Verticle Horizon - Everything You Want
Divorce (05-06) - She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart
Tampa (07-09) - Plain White T's - Hey There Deliliah
Alabama (10) - Far East Movement - Like a G6
Cali (11) - Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks
Cali (12) - Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know

The songs were picked based on what was going on in my life, what I was listening to and what I remember.

After that little excersize I realize something.... I really have to pee.

Peace out, Broseph Leiberman.

Without Words

I will tell you anything you want

All you have to do is ask

I new it would come back to you

This whole time

I wasn't sure if it was what I wanted

But there you were

right before my eyes

I can't tell you what you want

But you want to be alone

And I don't want to be alone

Maybe next year

We'll be on the same page

But maybe next year

We'll both be gone

I can't tell you who you are

But I do know what you are

to me

I can't tell you who you are

But I can tell you that you're not alone

...

Last time we were together you whispered something to me that I can't forget.

You thought you were being sneaky, whispering in my bad ear... but you whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

I smile now, just thinking about it.

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I haven't written anything in a long time and I'm not really sure I know why that is. Actually... I might know why that is.

In fact.

Fuck it.

I know EXACTLY why I haven't been writing... I'm missing my inspiration. I was close. So close. I could feel her next to me... but when I turned towards her, she was gone. Poof! Like magic!

I was left with smoke and mirrors and empty words at my fingertips

What used to flow became a trickle.

... And just like that, the well has run dry. I must have typed a dozen sentences and deleted them all. None seemed to say what I wanted them to say.

I'll leave you with this, though: Let's you and me hope that I find my inspiration soon. I'm not sure I can take many more nights without the will/desire/want/need/whatever to write.

Good night, San Diego.. and Good night, world. This is Dave, signing off.

Peace out. and remember. eat those vegetables!