Orange juice kisses

Waking up with you beside me
Watching your breathing and your smiling
You don't want to leave the bed so warm
Promises of mistletoe has no harm

Orange juice kisses fill my lips
Blushing down to my finger tips
Holding you in my arms so long
Singing along to a festive song

Christmas eve will never feel the same
Unless you're here whispering my name

When you're in love you write corny poems
Sometimes they rhyme, you never know
I suggest you go fall in love and see
How happy your dumb poems turn out to be

I want to

I want to watch you read a book.
I want to see how your face reacts to the text only you can see.
I want to hear you laugh at the characters you imagine.
I want to watch as you turn the page and take in a new chapter.
I want to not distract you from the world in your head.
I want to play with a strand of your hair when your attention is elsewhere.
I want to become the pages.
I want to become the text.

We are the characters in this weird book about forever.
We are the memories of our older selves.
We are the tattered edges of a well used paperback.
We are the love story without an ending.

I want to watch you read a book.

The number 8

My two favourite numbers are 6 and 8. 68. Never 86. I guess you call them your lucky numbers, I don't know. But 6 has always been there for me. 8 came a little later.

Do you have those random childhood memories that just kind of stuck with you? Having 8 be one of my lucky numbers is one of those stories. I remembered this today and it is just so embarrassing that this is why I like the number 8! Anyways, onward through the story...

I don't remember how old I was, maybe 10? Let's say I was 10. I got one of those teen magazines (probably because it had Hilary Duff on the cover) and was reading through it. Well, I never actually read the articles. I always used to go right for those dumb quizzes.

This one just happened to match up your lucky number with a celebrity... yes. This is happening.

Knowing my lucky number is 6, I saw that my celebrity match up was Justin Timberlake. I was not pleased. Looking at the other celebrity options, I saw Chad Michael Murray. I adored him. I saw that he was matched with people whose lucky number is... 8. Yes.

So I thought, "Well, I like 8. 8 can be my other lucky number." And that is that and I am going to bury myself into a hole because this is a real story.

Oh, how things have changed.

Plot twist

I am a triplet. 

I am so funny I can't even handle it. But honestly, I love doing stuff like this. It's like messing with reality. Though my reality is pretty amazing right now; it doesn't need to be tampered with. 

So, what have I been up to? It's December! It's been raining and that's only okay sometimes (when you're in bed). I want snow! I want the holiday season to be in full swing! I also really want hot chocolate but we don't have any and it is extremely frustrating. 

Also, welcome to my blog new comers... ;) This is weird, but good.

Bag of McDonald's

I don't know what to write about anymore. All I want to do is swoon but I am going to hold back because I have restrain on myself! (Kind of.)

Blah, I'm so happy. I feel like a bag of McDonald's all the time. (Trust me, that's a good feeling.)

I also wish someone would get on with the whole making teleportation reality thing because like, it's almost 2013 and what do we have to show for it? A couple hours a few times a week is not enough, but it's still wonderful. Everything is wonderful. I love scary movies now, but only in the right company.

Speaking of 2013, isn't the world supposed to end on December 21st of 2012? Is that still a thing or have people forgotten?

Also speaking of 2013, I have no idea what calendar to get this year. I always get one of those tree killer, day by day, flip calendar because it gives my day a purpose. Last years was Six-Word Memoirs, which have only been okay. I like the idea though. Dare to be different.

Once more about 2013, I have a lot to write in a sentimental, change of year post. Did I write one last year? Probably.

I am going to go dance in the moonlight now. But not really because baby it's cold outside.