All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could dieSo kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Actually my bags are not packed. I’m really looking forward to the trip. There is no one to wake, or kiss and smile at. And I know when I’ll be back—one week from today.
But still, isn’t that a great song.
I’m flying to North Carolina tomorrow to work in the office for a week and to attend the much lauded work holiday party. At least this year that cute guy I used to work with won’t be there. So I won’t have to relive the shame of throwing myself at him only to be rejected. Seriously, I went in for the smooch and was denied. Thank goodness I won’t have to see him again.
My horoscope keeps telling me I’m going to fall in love this month. But I can’t honestly see how or with whom, but I guess that’s the way love is, eh? Can’t see it coming until you’re feeling like your insides are rotting out and you can’t seem to do anything without distraction.
Posting should be regular unless there is nothing to say, in which case, stay warm and hold me like you’ll never let me go. Cause I’m leavin…
