I'd say the words, but no words come to mind...

At this point I'm draining through my expanding CD collection. Laughing at my taste in music from 6 years ago, wondering what I was thinking when I bought that Jordan Knight self-titled album. On a whim, I put the thing in my Fisher stereo and pulled on my yellow dishwashing rubber gloves. It didn't take long before I remembered why I got it, dancing over running hot water, Joy suds and crusted spaghetti sauce. One song reminded me of the first movie I saw alone. As I stumbled out of the dim, sparsely-populated theater, I slid on my headphones and blared the last song I was listening to on the train. It just happened to be that song.

Music is so important. I can't even begin to describe how good I feel when I hear Kylie Minogue's "Love at First Sight". As I recall it, I was head over heels for some idle bum in my high school. I sang in my hair brush, blowing Betty Boops kisses and winking in front of the mirror to the apparation of him. Or Third Eye Blind's "Never Let You Go". So many memories; it's wonderful to immerse yourself in what you were feeling, thinking, wanting back then...Comparing it to now, I had it made back then. My biggest worry was whether or not Sam really liked me, and when I could get my hair relaxed again. And maybe the Regents tests. I bring the conversation back to my boy John Mayer and his song "1983". Now I was like 1 years old, and barely digesting solids in '83, but I know what he means, just the same. He was 6 then, I think...I haven't bumped his album in ahwile...it's too nostalgic for my current mood.

You're wondering how I'm doing out here? Well, I'm finally getting past my previous 'car obsession'. It's important to have a car out here, yes, but I can only go with the flow of life. If I'm meant to own one in the coming months, well, I'll have one. Right now, my finances are on a hiatus. I can't even afford to daydream about a '04 Grand Am (which by the way is my car of choice). So I'm here, doing things around the house, slow dancing to a good song with one of the cats, getting the kinks pulled out of the over-grown mane called my wedding. I've been borrowing DVDs and other material from the library, so if anyone's got any suggestions for a good flick/book, I will gladly (and ravenously) take them.

I'm due tomorrow to take my first official driving lesson, in Ohio. By now, less than 24 hours before my instructor arrives, I had expected myself to be all nerves and butterflies. Instead, to use one of Sonny's colorful phrases, I'm all piss and vinegar. I just want to get it over with. I just want to know if I'll fail or pass the road test next week. A little grumpy? Sure. I haven't had chocolate in a month! Whaddaya expect?! LOL.

Well, I just finished watching "Starsky and Hutch", with Owen Wilson and Ben Stiller. They're a good comedy team. They feed off each other's energy. I would believe they're friends in real life. I don't know why I'm mentioning it...I guess because my friend, Haughton told me to watch it..he's the source for good mental junk food. Speaking of JF I need a sugar buzz...I think we've got some NY cheesecake strawberry ice cream here...

Hey, is it hot enough for ya?