While I was driving home from the gym earlier this evening, I had an idea that every once in a while, I would post a video instead of text. Of course I wanted to do it right away but it was so dark in my car that my phone didn't pick up much, unless we were at a stop light. I will post a video story (or something) eventually, I promise. My computer is making a really weird noise right now.... Oh dear.
Anyway, I don't know if you guys are familiar with Mat Kearney but he has this song called "Count On Me". I wasn't familiar with Mat Kearney or that song until about two months ago when it heard it for the first and only time. G.I. Joe came to pick me up and he was playing that album, skipped to that song and said "I dedicate this song to you." Sweet, right? Like I said, I never heard it again... until today. I cried. We broke up about three weeks ago, and let me tell you I didn't cry that much - not because I wasn't sad or anything - I was just learning to accept everything with grace so I cried for a couple minutes in my car after we went our separate way after ways and that was it. Until today. I heard that song, and it just clicked. He dedicated that song to me. I was supposed to be able to count on him and I couldn't. Mind explosion. And that's when the tears came. Of course I was fine again after five minutes, but I decided I needed to go to the store and get some Chinese food and ice cream for dinner and as I'm heading over to the West side of town, who do I pass?! My stomach sank - there aren't many cars like that in this town with drivers who think they're always racing. So maybe I ate twice as much as ice cream, and had to work twice as hard at the gym but we all have those days, right? The weird thing is that I almost took the long way to the store to avoid traffic and decided that it was late enough traffic wouldn't be so bad... don't you hate it when that happens?! So there you have the story of my off day.
On the bright side, I haven't been thoroughly excited to listen to a new album probably since I was 17 and emo. But Mumford has instilled in me that excitement once more, so I tip my hat to them.
Toodles, friends
Miss Georgia
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