Gotye!

No, that is not olde english for "gotcha!" It is the name of my new musical love affair.

The song "Somebody That I Used to Know" is amazing. Take a gander at the lyrics:

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know

Somebody...
-Gotye (aka Wally De Backer)
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The bold/italic verse is sheer perfection. Especially since it's rare for me to capture the pernicious existence of his ex-girlfriend in most songs I see my relationship in. Oh, haven't I mentioned her yet? Long story short, if I wanted, I could've had a divorce handed to me a gold platter last year because someone (hint: it's not me) is an adulterer. This verse, appropriately enough, is sung by a female.

Even though the rest of the song is from the male perspective, I still identify with it...I was going to pick out sections, but really, it's everything. Except the parts about being ignored and treated like a stranger. I'm happy about all that. I don't ever want to know about him or hear about him ever, ever again. I'm making myself ill just thinking about it. He is just somebody that I used to know.

I saw my psychiatrist today. He's great. He asked me about any future plans for husband and family, and validated/agreed with me when I promptly said I don't trust anyone and that at least for now, life is all about me. I'm working, saving money, and trying to get my head together so I can get my life together.

You know, I've never lived alone? Ever since I was a little girl, all I wanted out of life was my own apartment and a cat. I have the cat. Now I need an apartment. With red walls. And a room I can dedicate to the creation of art. That has been my vision since I was a kid, and I'm going to accomplish it and many other things before I get all wrapped up in this whole "love" bit.

Perfecting my cat-eye eyeliner is fairly high on the list:

This was yesterday. It was a good eyeliner day.

Actually, I've been working on that since my discovery of eyeliner, and I'm just getting it down now. Sad.

Today, I showed the world my love of diet coke.

 I put this picture on Facebook and it caused a bit of a stir...probably because no one's seen me post anything on my own page since last year. I'm proud of myself for taking the plunge and posting it, but I'm a little nervous that something bad will come of it.

On my bottom half was my black pleated chiffon skirt and t-strap flats. Nothing like mixing casual, dressy and comfy.

That concludes tonights edition of Skirting My Issues. Where will my exciting life take me next?

The kitchen. (To clean, not to eat.)