I don’t always feel like I’m living an old movie, but when I do it’s because I’m listening to cool jazz while gazing out the window at the lights of downtown.
In the old movie of my life I’m studying for physiology in the stacks, day dreaming as I watch the cars go by when all of a sudden Humphrey Bogart saunters down the row of books in a fedora, looks over and says “Hey kid,”
Just kidding. That could never happen. But sometimes this girl knows how to dream.
In other news, can y’alls give me your final votes on new blog names? I only a have nine days left to decide, and I haven’t a clue.