Fly me to the moon. Frank Sinatra sang that. Nice song. Pretty song, pretty truthful. I guess back then love was more than get low and get drunk together and make love in a club. I sure hope that love won't be that shallow when I meet her.
Man this is depressing thinking about the future like that when my was and is being decided by these few weeks.
I realize now that I'm not that great with little kids. I sympathize too much with their contempt of authority figures as I was a smart ass when I was a kid. I just end up feeling like a hypocrite or undermining real authority.
I also need new socks. Maybe friday I'll head over to target or somewhere and pick up a few pairs of black socks or some socks that are more breathable for when I run. Nike ftw?
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