friday night, vodka and bruce.
Springsteen. Bruce Springsteen. Born to Run was one of the anthems of my teenage years.
I wanted to be Wendy. You know, ‘Wendy let me in, I want to be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions…..together Wendy we can live with the sadness, I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul……’
I wanted somebody to love me with that kinda soul madness – until I got it, and found out that it wasn’t so much fun. The best part was wanting it – feeling that heart wrenching desire - vodka on a Friday night brings it all back, 30 something years later. Mad soul always.
Think I’ll change my name to Wendy.
July 19, 2008 at 3:12 pm
Nah, I know too many Wendy’s.
And there is a food chain named that, so every time I hear the name Wendy I want to call out ‘Shakin’ dog!?’ like the ad.
Kitty is hotter.
And Bruce. Bletch.
July 20, 2008 at 5:55 am
Perfectly valid point, that makes great sense on a vodka-less Sunday afternoon. Wendy. What was I thinking?
July 20, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Stoopid head.
*snigger* love you anyway…