It’s been acting up lately and I am without any interestng music at work despite having 7 bizillion cds there (all with the 3 requisite songs on them). A new buddy I met online hipped me to some cool stuff and I downloaded it and was all set to drop it to cd when the stupid thing started acting all retarded. Kicked out and ruined 2 clean disks … monster grr.
“When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know …” — Dreams / Fleetwood Mac
That song takes me back to when I was 16 and had my sweet boyfriend Bob who bought me that album. He was my 2nd boyfriend (and the best one!) of my high school days. Paul was the first and oh, how I loved that boy! Loved. him. to. pieces. He was so cute with this lovely blonde hair that we were all instructed NOT TO TOUCH under any circumstances. (so I used to ruffle it just to piss him off!) He broke up with me when I had laryngitis (how crap is that, I ask you??) and I threw the phone against the wall and cried. When I picked it back up 10 minutes later, he was still there. Tool. I sat in my room in the dark for 2 days. Suffice to say I didn’t take that breakup well.
Now Bob was not as cute as Paul but he was the most wonderful boyfriend you could want at 16. Oh, the stories I could tell about stuff we did … He wrote me love letters in French (and mind you, there was no translation website to go to in 1976 so I had to translate by hand), he wrote me beautiful piano sonatas, drove to my house just to hug me when he called in the middle of a fight my mom and I were in and sent me a lovely locket from Germany when he was there for a month. Things changed alot when he went to college (Yale! yes, he was a brainiac – is a doctor now) but for a year or so in my mid-teens, I had the best boyfriend ever.
And now for something completely different – my cousin’s father is making her wedding day all spastic and for that and a myriad of other reasons, I could beat the hell out of him. However, in my family, I would have to get in line to do that as we all have a gripe with his ass. He is being his usual p/A self and just giving her a hard way to go and all I want to do is yell at him “Can’t you just let her have this one day without all your little drama?” JUST. ONE. DAY. She’s a trooper and I know in my heart of hearts that things will be lovely and I will send LOTS of healing and loving energy to her and her betrothed (God bless him for voluntarily coming into this family!). She gave me a Corinthians reading to do in the mass and all I can say is THANK GOD because Mary has to read something about stags and crap and I couldn’t get through that without laughing. As it stands now, I might have trouble with corinthians. (/eddie references)
” … to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels ….”
(I’m listening to random MP3s I’ve collected here …)