Flaming June

"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes. When you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours that's relativity." -- Albert Einstein

Oh, my, my. Oh hell yes.

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

If you love me, won't you let me know.

The new Coldplay song is going over and over and over in my head. Brilliant.

When I mow the lawn I smell cut grass, and am reminded of the times that I used to cut the grass to earn new Star Wars figures, or five dollars. I always chose the toys.




The weather is phenomenal out. Too bad I've had to work constantly. I'm looking forward to a monster storm tomorrow but I'll be working through that as well.

I want to feel the floor shake. Knock me to the floor.