I’m laughing my ass off having learned that the number one song the week I was likely conceived was “Don’t” and the number one movie was “Old Yeller” (born during year of the dog).
Laughed even harder when I realized that Jeff’s are probably “Mack the Knife” and “Pillow Talk.”
I was singing the one line of the chorus to “When the Buzzards Return to Hinckley Ridge” that I know to myself this morning, and then one of my IRL friends put Ruth Buzzi into my twitter feed. weeeerd.
the happiness I experience when people trust me is quite disproportionate
