The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

So I was thinking this afternoon, I know, what a scary thought!

It's amazing what feelings or memories a song or an album (yes I am was born right before albums became extinct from children's knowledge) can bring back. I was listening to John Mayer's Continuum this afternoon and it brought me back a couple summers ago, at the end of summer driving around in my still pretty new car. That's also the August that he canceled his show do to larengitis.... damn you Jessica Simpson! Yea he was also dating that crazy ho back then.

Like last week when I was listening to the first *N Sync album. Oh boy the memories and feelings that rushed back were ridiculous. But the dance moves and excitement and being a teenager also came rushing back. I'm suprised I was able to keep my car on the road.

And of course my new enemy is Rascal Flatt's song "I Wish". It had no real effect on me until I listened to it live at their concert this summer. It made my think of my dear Alexandria and everything that I want her to have in her future. And is now one of the VERY few songs that brings a tear to my eye. But only one, single tear, like Cry Baby.