(Werner-Branz)
I don't know precisely what it is about riding home from work on a bicycle in the rain that is so depressing, but it is. The subway isn't
No, not that. Let me try a different start. A few of my friends have commented that my posts lately seem principally negative, too cynical. I had thought a few of them were funny, but perhaps that is just me. I always laugh at the wrong time.
Isn't karaoke just fun?
I was going to try to write about karaoke but I guess I don't have as much to say about it as I had initially hoped. I have a fantasy about one-day absolutely owning a karaoke bar with Foreigner's "I Want To Know What Love Is".... It's a secret sort of, in hushed and rushed tones I'll tell anybody that'll listen.
I picture the place singing along with the choruses, joining me, not a dry eye in the house...
I want to grow up. I want to run around in the yard until my head turns purple and pull cork off of the wall until my parents scream at me. I want all of the neighbors to have fish tanks and swimming pools, and gardens. I want to go to steakhouses where there is a salad bar towards the center and only about 4 tables in each satellite room to make it seem very exclusive. I want a garage. I want a boomerang. I want a porch. I want to watch rain in the dark, with lightning. I want to watch the rain in the morning and not have to get out of bed. I want a bed. I want lightning. I want lightning bugs.
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