Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Random:

When I was in first grade, my teacher, Mrs. B., had a piano in the classroom and we had to gather around the piano and sing with her. It was not an option. She used to play Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. All the time. She was obsessed with that song. It was like water torture...

3 comments:

Robin@DecoratingTennisGirl said...

You couldn't beat the bicycle scene in Butch Cassidy with the song in the background! Classic scene...

Retro Hound said...

I always hated that song too. As did B. J. Thomas.

Marissa said...

Heheh. I always sing that song when it rains and I have no umbrella.

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