Brainsalad The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body. This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence. |
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2004-09-26 7:55 AM Rhythm I was in the mall the other day, and I was walking behind this young couple. The girl had flip flops on and they were making this clacking sound every time she took a step. For some reason, I started quietly snapping my fingers in time to her feet. First I snapped in time to both feet, then to just her left foot, and then to just her right. Then I noticed that one of her feet made a fainter second noise just before the heel hit, so I started clicking in my mouth (because I couldn't snap fast enough) and added that in as well. Weird payoffs from these music lessons I'm giving myself.
My sister-in-law (7 of 12's wife) said she was at a dinner once where she was seated next to Ringo Starr. During dinner he would sometimes start tapping things. He would use his fork and his fingers and faintly drum on his glass, on his plate, and on the edge of the table. Oh yeah, might as well add in that I went to see "Wimbledon" last night. Good date movie. Nothing special but fun. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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