Okay, so I won't get the yard done today. I always do that. Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Anyway, Ken and I had Chinese for lunch. The pick-up still had my radio station on. Now, keep in mind that Ken is a bit more conservative "music wise" than me.
"One" by Metallica comes on. I know every note and lyric of the whole entire song, I love it, I love old Metallica, call me a grit or whatever, but I love it, as I do Korn, Pantera, Sepultura, Clutch etc basically anything creepy or scary. I don't listen to it all the time, but I have my moments when it is mandatory.(like before I used to go surfing, exercising, long drives, while mountain biking etc..)
Anyway, I turn it up and I think I scared Ken.
I guess I should keep that stuff for alone time
(like James Taylor). But it revived my love, I am definitely bringing my cd's (Master of Puppets and And Justice..) back out to the car. It's like rebelling against my parents all over again!
Cowboys vs. 49ers.
