November 24, 2007
Yeah, I know the time, but I am up. One of my oldest friends just called me. Oldest is not the right term, but we don't seem to have a good description for this kind of thing in the English language. Essentially, he has been my friend longer than virtually anyone else; he and his wife. Before I rant, a Brad Paisley song seems to be on topic:

If Love were a Plane - Brad Paisley

She’s 98 lbs. workin down at the Dairy Queen
with an Ogilvie home perm and braces.
And he’s long haired, no job and just 19
they’ve got a baby on the way and
they’re off to the races

in love, look at em go
now what in the world
could go wrong?
don’t tell them the odds
its best they don’t know.
If love was a plane, nobody’d get on.

at the ivy at lunchtime in Beverly Hills
the popparazi are gathered outside
cuz an actor and an actress are havin lunch
and according to Extra and Entertainment Tonight

they’re in love look at em go
now what in the world could go wrong?

don’t tell them the odds,
its best they don’t know,
if love was a plane nobody’d get on

imagine now the pilot's voice on the intercom
right before we leave the ground
saying folks thanks for flying with us
but theres a six in ten chance we’re goin down
but that’s the strangest thing about this emotion,
even knowng our chances are small,
we line up at the gate with our tickets
thiknkig somehow were different

I mean after all
we're in love look at us go
now what in the world could go wrong?
to hell with the odds we'd rather not know
if love was a plane, nobody'd get on
ya, if love was a plane nobody'd get on


I can't go into it deeply, but my friend's wife has shown evidence of infidelity. He is a wonderful, dedicated, and hard working person, and now has no idea how his life is going to progress. What the crap is wrong with people that they can not deal with their issues without screwing other people over?

Pissed.
Ozarkyn • 01:09 AM • leave a commenttrackback