Copacabana

Posthumous recording

My parents used to tell me that when I was acting ridiculous (i.e. whiny, bratty, mean, argumentative, insolent, petulant, stupid and otherwise vocally incorrigible) that they were going to secretly tape record me and play it back when I insisted that I was NONE of those things. Essentially, they craved the "oh yeah, you little punk..." moment.

It occurs to me that posting my thoughts on a blog has almost the same effect only I'm sneaking up on myself. What a nasty thing to do ...

to myself ...

posted by Lola @ 7:48 AM