Yeah, baby. Psycho killer. I'm cool. I'm groovin.' I'm a cool chick.
Yep. That's me.
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire.
Far, far far far far far far far far far.....
Oh, oh, oh, Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei!
Tapping my foot while stopped at the light. I smile.
This takes me back.
Sure does.
Run, run, run, away.
Holy crap. How long is this song anyway?
It just goes on forever, doesn't it?
Tap, tap, tap.
Seriously. It's fricking giving me a headache.
Enough already.
Turning it off, I enjoy my Psycho Killer free silence.
I'm old.
Ei!Ei!Ei!Ei!Ei!
7 comments:
Gee, it stinks to get old. I often either have the radio off, or on (gulp) national public radio.
Ancient. I feel Ancient.
Michelle you know you're old when you remember wearing the current fashion first time around and you can watch an entire music award ceremony and know a single act.
Or in my case, run interviews for support staff who were born when you were dating hot-hubs!! :)
Old is better than the only alternative.
Stop Making Sense. Great movie. College. Boyfriend. Freedom. Parties. Sex. Freedom. Now? "This is not my beautiful wife!"
Love Talking Heads....
i picked up an us weekly at the doctor's office recently .. didnt' recognize a single one of the 'it girls', the starlets du jour .. who looked like they were out far past their respective bedtimes, i might add! complete mystery to me when that happened
um, maybe you are just cooler now...with better taste in music;)
Naomi.
I love you.
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