My First Rock Star Crush

When I was 9 or so I LOVED LOVED LOVED Shaun Cassidy. Oh my gosh. Just look at him. Look how cute he is. How could you not love that? Those teeth. That feathered hair, perfectly feathered hair. That shiny jacket. That weird alien-smooth chest.

Today I was grocery shopping at Grocery Outlet (I love the Gross-Out. Today I found Nutella filled uncrustables and had to use all my will not to buy them). I was walking up and down the aisles getting the things I needed and I found myself humming, then softly singing whilst shopping.  I was singing Take Good Care of My Baby and I was wondering why it didn't sound right on the radio. That's because I was singing the Shaun Cassidy version of the song and not the original version that we all know and love.


Wow, that post was rough. I'm out of practice. Life got a little distracting and I lost whatever it is I lost to not want to write; not that I'm really great at it, I just enjoy it.

Tonight I was talking to my friend and playing words with friends with him.
He told me he was really good at scrabble-type games. I said Game On, not because I'm so great at scrabble-type games, but because I like playing them. I knew I'd probably lose. I usually lose. I just enjoy playing. The same thing can be applied to my skill at bowling, and I submit for argument, that my writing be included in that list. If I practice all three I'll get better, but it doesn't matter because I like doing it. 

Phew, rough. It'll come back. I just need to have a few Celebrity Dreams or maybe I'll get around to work on my open letter to Rod Carew to address the personal beef I have with him.