Matt Nathanson is my Homeboy.

Psh. I wish.
Seriously, I am so transfixed
with the awesomeness of this lad.
I've always liked Matt Nathanson.
His lyrics are the words of angels,
and his humor, omg, brings me to
my kneeeees. But seriously. Go
read his effing blog. You'll pee
yourself with enjoyment. If ever
I am to meet him, I'll lose my
damn mind. I come back and I
read my own blog and I just
want to cry with how ridiculously
emotional and pathetic it is.
He's my hero, really.
If I cannot be with him,
then I think that Sara Bareilles
should. Can you imagine the
insane amounts of baby
gods and goddesses they
could produce? They're both
just so damn sexy and wonderful.
Please, guys.
Get together and make some
musical and neonatal love.

Okay, I'm done oggling over this.

I'm better since my last posts.
But who cares, really. Nobody
reads this blog. Hah.
I'll post my latest song-in-progress
anyway. It's a duet...

(F) Forget the cordial welcomes
I've been through this door before
I've come to get my hist'ries
And I'm here for nothing more

Don't try to say you're sorry
I cannot take anymore
broken apologies

(M) My darling, you look beautiful
You've got this mean, heartbroken glow
We've always been so bad at this,
But we were flawless, don't you know?

I'll tell you that I'm sorry
Until my heart explodes
From Lovesick apologies



Hmm. Where to take this epic story now...