Well, here it is folks - the 33rd song on my 33rd birthday.
This has been an interesting experiment so far. I'm learning more about myself than I ever dreamed (or feared) possible. The lesson I'm taking away from these past few weeks (and this should be rather clear if you've been paying attention) is this: happiness doesn't really agree with me, it just freaks me out.
So, again, I must nod in the direction of my beleaguered boyfriend who really is much better to me (and for me) than these past five or six songs would have you believe. I'm just a tormented, drama queen of a singer/songwriter and the idea of being romantically satisfied is a very unsettling notion to me.
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