Futile Horn

05.16.2003 - 1:53 am (more of a belch than anything else)

My sister tells me they did an experiment where they exposed infants to images of all sorts of people and discovered that they demonstrate a distinct preference for the prettier ones. So looks have always mattered.

Nothing on earth was ever the same
When you sang me a song to an ugly girl's name

For the last few days I've done nothing except read Latin and play guitar. I've also been in a pretty good mood. I suspect a relationship.

There were things I wanted to write about, but I am worn out and tired. Tomorrow maybe.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn