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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (18122)	3/1/1999 8:13:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Chratreuse and purple.... Ah. Nummy. My parents said yes, but I think they knew I wouldn't be moving out before I was done. They asked me what colors I wanted. It was eggshell when I got it, but at least it was FAR from my sisters' room. Praise the lard. I hate that color. I don't even, honestly, like to hear the word. I heard it on TV the other day, and it affected me. Seriously. Maybe that's how come I remember this whole thing. Everything else was painted that color. My Dad, Mr Mindbend, insisted. I hated even seeing the cans there, on a newspaper. I can still see them. In the yellowish, incandescent, crinkled and peeling roller-shade light. Perfectly good waste of wet colorant. Why bother? So I knew exactly and got some chips. I wasn't out to fix anybody's wagon, I just had, you know, taste. Walls were periwinkle, to be exact; and the windows chartreuse. For some reason that just seemed like Perfection. It set people back, and probably kept some of them out of there. I wish I could remember what Mom and Pops said. "Doh!" or, "Are you sure, honey?" "Well duuuh." (Parents always say that. That's why transparent has parent in it. They need to write some new material. Maybe you could do that for Parents.You could tell them a little boy asked you to get parents to be more immersed.) It was my Hi-top Converse make you faster period. (Picasso and Manet had that.) You lace em up really high, and tight, and slam the door. I didn't even have a ten speed yet. (That's a bike.) Sting Rays were invented right then, and BOY WERE THEY BIG. HOT, HOT, HOT. I knew I wanted a ten tho, because I was a sensible traveler. I wanted to see the world up to Colorado Blvd. I do remember Sting Rays under trees that were to die for; but I lashed myself to the derailleurs. Bike lust is powerful. Oh man. It's the worst. But then come girls. It's one damn thing after another.