3:01 am EST

i could read you a lot of bullshit
about babbling brooks that bubble over with excitement
when the thought of you impedes my mind
and about how my soul sings out from the swelling sea
when i look into your eyes
or about how i want to watch the seasons change with your hand in mine
but i won't because these things won't do
until you're due for them

i myself am humming often now
and yelling lyrically against the whirling winds that come through my car window
as i drive here and there
near and far from you
while you rest
or are doing what it is that you do

i wonder alone, as i wander you
meandering moments of misery and mystery
daily dialogue of disdain and deliberate diction
force a silent aching
but i am quiet
for you
i remain in a state of hopeful hysteria
am i ok?
i haven't a hope for that in this moment
but i will be in the moments you are in my presence
which are my hopes
all of them

i have a boy crush

For the past week I have been listening to the most amazingly talented musician. His lyrics are iconically moving and his voice brings my body to a full fledged quiver. He is Gregory Alan Isakov, and his fiddling sidekick has induced frantic yellow page searches for viola rental options. Check him out...you won't be sorry.

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I was introduced to Gregory at a Brandi Carlile show last week at the fabulous Eddie's Attic in Decatur. Let's just say I was so taken aback that I marched right up to his table after the show to purchase his cd and didn't even look in the general direction of Brandi's merchandise. Don't take this as a dig on Brandi's performance, presence or musical talentencia. Because her portion of the show was also impressive slash astounding. I think it could just be that I was too drunk for her portion of the show to be as impressed as my sober introduction to Gregory. It could also just be about his hat?

Basically, I have a boy crush on so many soul singing levels. And you should have the same soulful boy crush as me...I'm just sayin'.

Is it Kosher to phone your landlord at 2 am about bugs?

The world is all topsy turvy this eve of Thursday due to my vacation being over and my having to go back to work today. Also due to the fact that my roommate went out of town and right when she left these killer hugemongous bugs took over my house and now she's not here to kill them. I've been walking around my apartment for the last hour taunting them with Hot Shot roach and ant killer in one hand and a beer in the other. One of these bugs had the nerve to crawl across my foot while I was trying to enjoy The Golden Girls. And another...well, he flew into my underwear drawer. I don't even let MY MOM see my underwear drawer. I am so offended currently.

I have killed two but I am sure they are hiding out under the couch nay in my underpants plotting their next attack. Probably it will happen when I am asleep and I will wake up with a huge sculpture of my things in the middle of the floor, similar to those strange crop field patterns.

my zip code is awesome and also I heart late-night-letter-writing

Dear The World,

Recently, I moved. It came at a time when life was quite the hectic situation, not that my life is never a hectic situation but in terms of general hecticness the meter is way broken. This leaves me blogging...obvs.

I wish I had pictures or words to describe said hectic situation but I don't cuz my camera is effed up and my words are all slurry due to G&T's but I do however have the ability to write a letter at this current moment and the body of it appears here.

Here is where the rest of those words might go if they were around. And here are some other words I want to say (and am...I think...capable of saying)to several different people who shall remain nameless:

I miss you.

I love you.

I thank you.

I will see you tomorrow.

Until then, may the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back and may God hold you in the palm of Her hand.

Love and Sincerely and All that Jazz (cuz this is where I prepare you for the signature),
Bertha