early morning, can't-go-to-sleep post: I like brigitte bardot. Talk about giant 60s sexbomb, sex kitten, role model, what have you. The 60s was a decade of good times, good tunes, and really simple, loving things. People weren't so bent on being the best, or having the most money, or winning wars. I missed the best eras. I missed Woodstock, I missed the Beatles, I missed protesting the Vietnam War, I missed Muhammed Ali, I missed Nixon, I missed LSD, I missed love beads, I missed conscientious objection, I missed rock and roll. I always believed (the buddhist/taoist in me, I guess) that I was a 60s kid before. It's a great feeling, reincarnation.
hubba hubbaalso, a little man named drew read this little blog, and so I suppose this is for him, because, in his words,
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we are like peas and carrots. like forrest and jen-nay".
I didn't get this book myself. My mother dearest went on a little bed-and-breakfast trip to victoria, BC and brought this home for me. I don't know where she got it. I like to think she chanced upon it and fate brought it to me. Thanks mommy.
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