"Precious Things" - Tori Amos This is the only something out there that reminds me of only ME. I feel that Tori isn't really singing about what's precious to her, but frankly the not-so-precious. It's obvious when you hear it. It's an angry girl rant about the sh*t that gets to her the most. So in honor of this, I decided to vent about my own peeves if you will. Some you may know, some you won't, but I guarantee you one thing, this was one post that I didn't find difficult to write. My Petty, Little List : Messy rooms, unmade beds, cluttered desks, a full hamper, dirt, dust, clothes piled high on a chair, dirty dishes left in the sink, clanging silverware, cats mating, lawnmowers, loud gossip that I'm not a part of, unanswered texts, telemarketers, missed deadlines, using "your" when it's supposed to be "you're," cigarette ash, the smell of Peets' coffee seeping into my knit sweater, non-fat anything, orange juice...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.