well, at the risk of getting Mike all lathered up (!) I think your chest is just fine in it's post-16 state. I'm not a knee man, so I'll refrain from commenting there.
November 13, 2008 at 6:07 AM
[Image]Jack and Diane, John Mellencamp off the 1982 American Fool album Honestly, one of those songs that never, ever gets old. My freshman year in college, one of the girls on my floor would blast three songs occasionally: Jack and Diane, Simon & Garfunkel's Cecilia and Salt 'n Pepa's Push It. Ok, she was odd.
John Mellencamp is no Meat Loaf. I either see him when I'm scrolling by and just think "yeah" or I get "Cherry Bomb" stuck in my head (or occasionally "I Need a Lover") and MUST. LISTEN. NOW. But I never reach to turn him off.
Back to the topic at hand, I don't think there's a time in my life I would have wanted to hold on to 16. I'm not sure I was ever even jonesing to GET to 16. I do occasionally miss the lack of permanent consequences your stupid choices had, but 16 was HELL. Ok, frankly, it wasn't until my mid-20s that I even vaguely realized that life wasn't supposed to be like THAT. I'm happy where I am. I wish my knees and my chest were 16 again, but other than that, I'm good thanks.
"Hold on to 16 as long as you can..."
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well, at the risk of getting Mike all lathered up (!) I think your chest is just fine in it's post-16 state. I'm not a knee man, so I'll refrain from commenting there.
November 13, 2008 at 6:07 AM