All Ways Rejected

I feel like coming home to him, in stead of mass chaos and floors stickier then that of a bars, would probably make me smile more often. For those of you who don't know, and how the hell could you not, that is Tyson Ritter; he is the lead singer of All American Rejects. He belongs to me, he just doesn't like to announce it to the world. He is perfect and the ultimate idea of what I think is sexy and delightful. Him, a couch, North by Northwest and some TBell would be the best night of my life. Lately I've been writing songs more often then Lindsey does lines, and I can't help but think Tyson would know how to sing them. I mean, I don't break glass or anything when I try to carry a tune, but he would totally be the guy I'd want to collaborate with. In all senses of the word. I did however get microphone friendly during my birthday celebration. I did a drunk rendition of Like A Prayer, and even got a standing ovation afterward...it might have been due to my voice or my lack of clothing. Either way, I sang and it was awesome! The birthday week was exciting and flashy and fantastic, but I did see a couple things going differently, but altogether it was memorable. My birthday and this time of fall always brings back memories, but there is a lot going on right now that keeps those at bay. The founder of the company I worked for died recently, so we all got LiveStrong knock off bands to remember him. I always thought he was a cool guy, but the bands have his life motto on it: Do What You Love. Which is also my motto, hence my quitting college, not following the rules, or coloring inside the lines. I think me and that guy could have totally been friends. Plus, you know he had sick style. So in honor of Donald Fischer, let's keep doing what we love. And not waste time on other things.