Have i become a teenager again, writing song lyrics in my diary, or maybe i am back to eight years old, waiting for a mineature ceramic cat carrying kitten to come in the mail.
i heard behind me "should you spank your kids", and i looked back and saw a disembodied hand swatting at a kids butt. the places in portland you are most likely to get attacked. then "it's true, brad pitt saved a co-stars life, the whole story tonight at 11."
i am feeling very lame and trying to pump myself up.
the other day i wore a skirt and i had a static cling. i remember i used to see lots of commercials about static cling. the lady looking horrified and embarrassed, her skirt clinging up her leg. i have not thought about static cling in many years. i almost forgot it existed.