Torch Songs, Tim McGraw, Bathrooms, and Faith

I'm very into torch songs the last few days. Don't know why. Don't really care.

(Navel gazing isn't my strength.)

I'd pay good money to hear Tim McGraw sing "I've Got a Crush on You". Really.

Hell, at this point, I just want to hear Tim McGraw sing.

The bathroom is still messed up. Work goes slowly. Such is home repair.

I've always said that love isn't the greatest force. I've always said that's hopeful malarky. Hope is even worse, because it fades as quickly as Clairol $177 on a bleached blonde. No, in my way of thinking, faith is the greatest gift we have. It's easy to fall out of love or to have a moment of truly uncharitable hatred for your fellow man. And hope? Oh, fuck that. It's as fragile as a balloon with a fifty year old lightbulb burning inside.

Faith, though? That sustains me. No matter how deep the shit it where I am, I believe in the possibilities of miracles. Magic. Music. Strength. Me.

What? You don't think I have faith in me? I'm a stubborn old bitch - the product of two of the most obstinate, oft-times vindictive humans on earth. It's my great fortune to have inherited that basic, internal fury and will, otherwise I'd just lay down and die when, like yesterday, the left half of my body felt like it caught on fire. ;-)

Those nerves over there? Damned unhappy.