Kick Two

I feel great joy welling up within my soul when I listen to some good ol' 80's tunes.
(and if I knew in the 80's that I'd be referring to them as "good ol'" - well, let's just say: ick)

Def Lepard.
I saw the CD out of the corner of my eye, whilst shopping yesterday.
I grabbed it (as if it were about to run for it's own life) and raced t'ward the line of cashiers. There were too many of them. I raced back to the 15 year old sales clerk in the electronics section and tried to hide my shame. She must be used to this though. The guy in front of me bought AC/DC Back In Black.
Placing it in my Audrey Hepburn bag, I left the store feeling like I had stolen hidden treasure!
I just couldn't help but savor the memory I have of myself at 14, dancing around with my air guitar on a sunny Saturday morning.
(reader asks: "is this woman on crack?")

I think I will entitle my biography "Memoirs of a Pop Music Junkie" Oh, and get over it you hard core Lepard fans! It's POP. What's "rock" anymore anyway?
(BTW: I will most likely never have a biography)

Since I brought it up:
Does anyone out there envision that their life has such interest that someday, an eager young writer will discover them and passionately construct a prize-winning book about them?
Or better yet,..a young director will make the movie?

Oh shut up. I know you've had the thought.

Sweet dreams bloggy.