Amused Cynic

In the olden days, memories were sparked by dog-eared letters and faded photos.…nowadays, they pop into your email inbox or your Facebook messages. Weird. Not sure I like it. Some things are best forgotten, on the other hand, there’s a reason that we remember them….rambling here, and probably way TMI, but such is life in the internet world.

How come everybody wants to be your friend? You know that it still hurts me just to see ya…[and how the hell did you just find me in all of this cyberspace?] There was a definite soundtrack to that whole dramatic, romantic shipwreck, and it replays in my mind in technicolor and with surround-sound and footnotes whenever I hear it.

I’m not going to get too sentimental. My aim has always been true.

OK, here we go again. One more theme song, and then we are definitely out of this strange old warm and cold tweens-to-twenties place. Thanks for stopping in, stranger. Players only love you when they’re playing, &c. That 70s show was great fun for those who lived and survived it, and quite an education.