One day you could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
See a picture of her smiling at you, while you were still together
You could be walking down the street
Who should you chance to meet
But that same old smile you been thinking of all day
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It could happen to you like it happened to me
There’s simply no immunity, no guarantee
I have an unnatural affinity for this song. Love it.
I have this idea of creating a Top 50 list…my favorite songs. Could I narrow it down to just 50? This could be fun. The song quoted above would definitely make the cut.
I am having the strongest craving for a baked potato. It just showed up, out of nowhere. Strange.
Though I’ve said it before, it bears repeating: I’m enjoying the snot out of my new computer. I’m still unsure of a few things here and there and it re-formatted my resume in an ugly, ugly way, but the user experience is mostly good. And I just now understand the appeal of the white iPhone. I sort of wish my phone matched my machine…and I’m the sort of person who always prefers things in black. Well, I was.
Does anyone else think it’s ironic that the iTunes logo is quarter notes superimposed on a compact disc?
I’m beginning to think about my current job in the past tense.
UPDATE: I made my list of fifty of my favorite songs. See it here. Tell me what you think!
