New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, February 12, 2004

This isn't all about Fountains of Wayne...there's stuff about masturbation as well...

So Gilly and I watched the Late Late Show Fountains of Wayne performance. Or rather he watched me call it up and then he went upstairs.

I asked him why he thinks Chris keeps bleaching his hair and he said, "At least he's different. Not like the schlub Adam."

Then I told him that it was always bitter sweet seeing them play.

And he said, "I think that you like them more than they do. I think that you'll be more upset than them when they break up."

He's probably right.

But what I really wanted to talk about was what happened today. I locked myself in my office and didn't answer my phone for a few hours. I should do that more often. I finally wrote the planner that I've been dreading. And then the iceing on the cake was that I only had one count 'em one meeting! YIPPEE.

This meeting was in intriguing.

I went to the meeting with two other people and we in there with about 5 or 6 people that we don't know from the newest channel we purchased this summer. Anyway, we're screwing around with the chairs (slinky coffee with extra cream colored ultra suede numbers)...we're trying to get them to go up because they are way too low for the massive wooden table. So then we get all these stranger (who are equally perplexed) to attempt to raise the chairs by swirling the seats around. We all must have looked pretty silly and we still came up short. I explained that I left my meeting phone book at my desk and I don't want to sit at the table "looking like a hobbit or an elf depending on how pretty you think I am"...and I manage to find a chair that's high enough to at least allow me to see over the table.

So the room fills up and then before we start everyone is asked to introduce themselves. It was a meeting about Video On Demand and what the whole process of getting programming or "assets" as they called it prepped for use on VOD involves.

So the intros go counter clockwise...mind you I never forget a face...and once we've looped around the parameters and the massive table we get to the last man at the head (one of the original people in the room that I didn't recognize)...and he introduces himself. But ohhhh I did know him. IN FACT, Gilly graduated from High School with him!

Mind you I didn't even go to high school in the same state with Gilly but I know this guy. I met him once at a shore house party which involved us sleeping under a pool table, a man telling us about his pierced frenulum (the one down below not the one under your tongue)...that gent was a very nice tuba player with lots of tats..., people smoking pot in the bird sanctuary, the kid who's parents owned the house, well his mom showed up with her "designer" who was totally gay and she was totally trying to get busy with even though her husband was in the other room...but the particular man I ran into today well...he was the buttoned up preppie. Gill said he was part of the "evil cheating Honor Society." At the time I was offended having been a member of the honor society myself but apparently the Honor Society at his school was fed test answers by the staff to assure that they got great grades.

I will not names nor will I give clues but I have a hard time looking at this dude based on the fact that I was also told that he admitted to never having masturbated until...until...he was in COLLEGE. I think he's gay.

I thought he was gay the minute that I met him and at the time he was cute in a "boy am I uptight but won't I be some sort of big earner in the future" way. Admittedly my Gaydar may not be that strong but his body language and demeanor let me to believe he was gay. Either that or he had never had a very pleasant experience with a femme fatale.

After that I ran into him once in Port Authority and said hello but he didn't know who the hell I was. I ran into him once again coming into our building (as I was exiting to go to the Holiday party) and Quentin Tarantino and Bridget Fonda were standing in the lobby and I once heard his name being shouted by the person in charge of the soon to be launched, "gay channel." Him working for the Gay Channel a few years ago seems to throw fuel on the fire now doesn't it?

Why do I always bump into people I vaguely know and I have way to much knowledge about their personal habits? More importantly why don't they ever remember me?

Anyway, I am in this meeting today and I totally didn't recognize him. He looked gaunt (but Gilly says he always looked that way) and he has some very strange male pattern baldness going on. I also noticed that white shirt that he had under his button up was a bit dingy.

I can only guess that hearing my married name and seeing me that he might have put two and two together. I couldn't wait to tell Gilly.

We just googled him and well...he's into speaking on panels about his illustrious career in cable television at his alma mater.

Again, why do I always bump into and remember by name the people I vaguely know who I also happen to have too much knowledge about? Why do I know about this guy's masturbatory history? More importantly why don't these people ever remember me? Maybe cause I don't talk about my masturbatory history and that just makes me boring? Keep reading but you won't read it here.

The better question being, how does a girl with a blog not show up on the internet when googled? Neither my former nor current last name work. I don't exist. So even if I wanted to be found I couldn't be.

I may blog but I remain a woman of mystery.

If you're reading this, I probably know way too much about you as well but you won't read that here either.

Off to bed.


posted by JustKeepMum on 11:02 PM