Mary and me, Part 11

Funny thing or not

I have written ten of these short stories so far. This one is the eleventh. On radio they are singing that love hurts. Has not hurt me yet. I have had a great time all the time so far.

In the next song there is a verse: ' I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden.' Too tautological - changed for classical again. There was Jean Sibelius on the air.

Funny thing between Mary and me. Mary does not laugh at my jokes. I feel it is funny. She does not. But in one thing we agree and that is that I really am crazy.

Yes, yes... my favorite is on. Mozart. The one I call a genius. Probably the best there ever was. She likes Bach. We are different, but we have a lot in common too, I think. Mary and me, I mean. She thinks I have a nice bottom, I agree. I do not just agree, but I also think she has a great one too. One example to mention.

It is almost 2 am. Changed the radio channel again. Some Finnish pop now. Eppu Normaali: Uraani halkeaa. I am writing at her place in candle light while she is asleep. Had a look at her. She is a real beauty. Exactly my taste. Yes, she tastes good too.