Another You

This is our last dance together,
Tonight soon will be long ago.
And in our moment of parting,
This is all I want you to know...

There will be many other nights like this,
And I’ll be standing here with someone new.
There will be other songs to sing,
Another fall...another spring...
But there will never be another you.

There will be other lips that I may kiss,
But they won’t thrill me,
Like yours used to do.
Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be another you?

Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be...
Another you?


It's 11:30 saturday night, and instead of doing what I'd usually do, and cuddling up with this hunky blonde I know, I'm on my mother's couch debating on whether or not I'm gonna have a cigarette. I'm unsure of how this week's gonna play out, and wondering what ambling pursuit will attract my short spanned attention.

My brother is in Taiwan and I miss him. I know that kinda came out of nowhere, but I just started talking with him online. It's about noontime on sunday over there. I really admire what he's doing. I don't know that I could have done it.

craaaziful: do you ever feel like bill murray from lost in translation?
jhugh83: i sorta knew that the full realization of what i had gotten into wouldnt occur til i got here, so i sorta expected i'd go crazy
jhugh83: yes. ALL THE TIME
craaaziful: haha
jhugh83: without the depression and drinking though, so dont worry
craaaziful: hehe
craaaziful: well thats a good thing

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Then he went on to tell me how he misses everyone but me the most. Or to call me stupid and tell me he missed me... you decide which version you prefer.. but either way you go- the older brother misses me. And I miss him.

Too many of the men in my life are far away. Yes, I'm also referring to Joe. And yes, I know he'll be back a week from tomorrow.. err today .. sunday- AND yes, I realize that he only left today and that I was up alllllllll night with him because he was too excited to sleep- despite the fact that I had work at 8:30am. And yes.. despite the fact that the boy called me twice until he finally got a hold of me to tell me how much he cares about me. I still miss him. call me weak, call me stupid, but I just don't look as good sleeping underneath that Power Rangers comforter unless he's there too. And it's all about the look. Postage Stamp

I have work tomorrow cuz one of the girls I work with texted me saying she was in the hospital and could I please cover for her. Later it was brought to my attention that cell phones aren't allowed to be on in hospitals-- but that that is an entirely irrelevant fact because unless I have reason to suspect some sort of ambush setup, I need the money and should (as I did) jump at the chance to sell my REM sleep to the devil and show up at Phil's Pills at the ass crack of dawn.

Alrighty time to go to sleep to dream those dreams again.

Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be...
Another you?