Rob says he likes that I'm able to walk in step.
June 13th, 2002
I wish I could go backpacking this weekend. Or just camping, or just hiking, or just being outdoors.
Can't really (much) next weekend either. But hopefully soon.
Can't really (much) next weekend either. But hopefully soon.
Yay! I went hiking after work! Chris and I have now determined that "five miles with hills" is about the limit for my knees.
I just saw a 45RPM of Hava Nagila. I haven't heard that song in ages - easily years. I just saw the song title printed on the label of a record. And I realized, slowly, that I knew all the words. (It should be noted that I am not Jewish, nor do I know more than a few words of Hebrew. I never did know the meaning of any of the words of this song. But I can sing the whole thing.) It's probably been ten years, and it may have been twenty, since I've seen or heard the words.
Brains are weird.
[...i can smell your spicy brains...]
Brains are weird.
[...i can smell your spicy brains...]