The Good Old Days
Or the good old things as it were. Yesterday, I continued on my exercise plan. This time I knew where I was going (although there was a brief moment of indecision over direction at one point). I decided I should run a bit farther today so I dug out my track trainers - these are the shoes I wore to run track in eighth grade, so you know, they're a bit old - Grabbed my equally ancient Walkman and headed out.It seems it was a day for memories of times gone by. The Walkman has got to be at least 14 years old (and still going strong) and the tape in it was one made for me by ex-boyfriend, Chris, back in the days of my love for Shaggy and no CD player in my car. I'm ashamed to admit it, but back then I would actually listen to KDWB in hopes that they would play some Shaggy which of course they did because they only have a playlist of fifteen songs each month. It's an excellent tape to walk/run to because Chris was a weekend DJ or something and other than the Shaggy songs in the beginning (which are awesome), it's basically a constant dance mix with a good beat. Makes me want to hit the club or something (although getting me to dance involves copious amounts of alcohol). Hmm...I wonder if V wants to get drunk and go somewhere this weekend.
And I'm off-topic. Not that I ever had a topic to begin with. I think it's the toxic fumes coming off the wall behind me, making me loopy. I should go now.
posted by E @8:11 AM