Monday, February 10, 2014

Mad

I'm listening to nice German music from 1997.  That might be the baby's coocoo clock and this turning into yesteryear their teenage flingthing.  No one dare mutilate me in 1997.. except I was never taken to softball like I asked for physical activity and I couldn't bike alone nor walk alone.  I was just 11 when Titanic came out.  ..Oh, and I realize that things since have sort of gone downhill other than childhood entertainment reassurance and priorities that lie..