Some albums start off good, then the quality diminishes as the album progresses. Some albums start off bad, and the quality increases as the album progresses. Some albums start off alright then get good in the middle, then get not so good again. Some albums have good and
bad songs, scatterd in no particular order. You may be thinking, "What does that have to do with Kirk Cameron?"
Truthfully?
Nothing.
And the band played on:
One thing I really appriciate is a store that sells milk at cost. You don't really realize it untill you go to Tim Horton's and end up paying more then a dollar for one of those small, 35 cent cartons of milk I used to get for recess in grade two. It's a highway robbery of sorts, except it's of a dairy persuasion.
But back to grade two...
In grade two you could order food from the canteen and they would bring it up to your class in a blue bin about 5 minutes before recess.
*How that worked: Every friday you'd give the teacher an envelope with what you wanted for the following week checked off on a sheet, and the appropriate amount of money included.
Can you say thank you?
Every morning before work there is this group of old men, and I mean old like 60-70. And they sit in the mall and drink coffee and make fun of each other at like 8 in the morning. One man, the youngest in appearance, who, in my mind, I've named "The Guy That Ages Like Mr. Roger's" is always making fun of the others. One time he arrived late, and as he waited in the long line at Tim Hortons, I noticed his behavior and the look on his face. It was almost a look of despiration. Like, whenever the people at the table would laugh he would franticly, and almost jelously look towards the table where the others sat as if he were missing something.
Anyway, I was talking about milk. I go to the Superstore to buy milk in the morning. It's about 8:30am, and although the Superstore is open, people look at me like I'm not supposed to be there.
Keep the change you filthy animal.
...mike