June 02, 2007
I hate writing about frustrations all the time. So, just to say that all that other crap is not dominating, I thought I'd write briefly about what I am doing right now...
You see, there are serious advantages about living at the end of the road. No one sees me. Right now, the truck stereo is blaring away. One of the local radio stations has a Saturday night show that plays remixes of eighties tunes. Strangely enough, I enjoy it thoroughly. No one ever sees me dance. Ok, that's not terribly true. One of my friends has seen it. But we were generally half lit when she saw it. Well, of course Annie sees it, but she generally shakes her head and says, "why me?" (True story. She did it yesterday morning.) However, in the falling light and no neighbors, I can dance. And dance I will...
By the way, Debbie Harry of Blondie was really hot back in the day...
... Soon turned out, I had a heart of glass...
You see, there are serious advantages about living at the end of the road. No one sees me. Right now, the truck stereo is blaring away. One of the local radio stations has a Saturday night show that plays remixes of eighties tunes. Strangely enough, I enjoy it thoroughly. No one ever sees me dance. Ok, that's not terribly true. One of my friends has seen it. But we were generally half lit when she saw it. Well, of course Annie sees it, but she generally shakes her head and says, "why me?" (True story. She did it yesterday morning.) However, in the falling light and no neighbors, I can dance. And dance I will...
By the way, Debbie Harry of Blondie was really hot back in the day...
... Soon turned out, I had a heart of glass...