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Today, as I wallowed in TRAFFIC, a chubby teenage boy sitting in the bed of a truck waved to me. I waved back and he pointed to my Jeep and gave me a thumbs up. And while JP scoffed at the story, saying he was giving something else the thumbs up, it cheered me all the way home. I love it when people dig on the Jeep. ^____^
And in other inane news, I was listening to Fleetwood Mac's Dreams, remembering that, as a child, I thought the lyrics, players only love you when they're playing, meant basketball players. And I was puzzled as to why they would only love you when they were playing. Because they loved to play and thus were reminded of you? Because they were doing their job and thereby supporting you? Yes, I know. Weird. Why didn't I just ask? I don't think I asked a lot of questions as a child - I just lived in my own isolated little world and figured things out for myself (usually wrong, but oh, well).
Am so digging on the opening song for Samurai Champloo, Battlecry. <3
