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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Sunday, February 29, 2004

While driving in the car today The Grateful Dead's "Touch of Grey" came on...I commented to Gilly on how that was one of the only GD song's that I liked and that's only because I liked the video as a child. Then I had an epiphany and to be quite honest I was surprised that I hadn't had it sooner...

I am a "Fountain Head." Okay, when I announced it in the car I went into convulsions and now I am smiling like a fool as well. Fountain Head...tee hee. Add that to bandie and well the fun just never stops.

I can hear "I Never Said Nothing" wafting up from Gily's "Pit." He's been down there working on his AV system for quite some time. Something about stereo sound and 100 ft. of speaker cable.

He allowed me to play the first CD on the new set up (using the DVD player). Of course I went down there with a Fountains of Wayne CD (a bootleg comp of B-Sides)...well it wouldn't recognize it. Gilly said something about cheap formats working on crappy stereos. I ended up playing "World Class Fad" on there and he thought the lyric was saying "world class fag." Makes me wonder if the set up is so grand...

So Liz is compliments of the TiVoed concert...I have the E! coverage of the red carpet on. I promised myself that I wouldn't watch it but it's like a train wreck. I notice that they aren't showing Joan on camera. There's a good reason for that. She looks like the Grim Reaper! Her eyesockets are so sunken in it's scary. I won't waste precious blog space on her.

Johnny Depp , YUM! That's all I will say about that. YUM. YUM. YUMMIER.

Okay, one of my "ex-boyfriends" is working the offical pre-show red carpet. Who is that you ask? Well first of all...he really did put the moves on me...let's get that straight and I have plenty of witnesses. And I just noticed that it seems that a lot of my "boyfriends" (real or imagined) have the initials CC. That's all I'll say but I have an email from him which connects him to my other CC because he read my Fountains of Wayne article...tell me he wasn't still flirting three years after we first met?

Hi INSERT MY NAME --
I've always liked those boys' music, and I totally loved reading your q & a and your sweetly alluring introduction to it. Congratulations and thanks for the link, and hope all remains FOWishly great with you and yours.
CC

I talked about groupies in the intro of said interview. GROUPIES. Enough said.

What's strange is, I've never had a hard time finding older men attractive. Which is why I am confident that Gilly and I will age quite well together. He's getting cuter by the minute. I don't know how it's going to work out for him. Gravity will never be a friend of mine. During the ceremony at our wedding the priest pointed out that when you get older, the memories that you have of you and and your loved one together, well they create the grand illusion of beauty. When you look at the other person you see in that person what you have always loved. It's a shame that most of us don't do that for ourselves.

But back to CC. I admired him a great deal as a teenager based on him formerly being an editor of Premiere magazine and me wanting to be a magazine/news writer. When I finally met him as a result of my job I got to talk to him about a lot of films/actors that I had never had the chance to discuss with anyone else. He got to stare at my chest and later put me in a rather tight squeeze at a post party. One of my friends was like, "Do you know him?" and I was like, "Yeah for about five minutes..." He's just so smart. And I have a thing for smart, witty, sarcastic, engaging people.

Glad to see he's still working.

Having spent much of the weekend moaning about the size of my pores I was very happy to open up the Star while waiting in line at the grocery store...they had Madonna before and after photos (postulating Botox) inside (full page photos) and you could totally see her pores. YAY!!! I know that most photos are softened and such but it still makes it hard to walk around and not feel like a mutant.

On our way back from Miami last year, Gilly started looking at some of my "woman" magazines which for the record I never buy unless I am flying...so he was looking at them and he suddenly grabbed them all from me and said, "That's it. You're not allowed to read these anymore. No wonder you're always finding something wrong with you! These are terrible!"

Did I mention how much I love my husband? I started reading Seventeen magazine when I was eight. I was reading Elle by the time I was eleven. Which is pretty odd considering the fact that I lived in the Great North Woods. Though I also read Sassy. It's no wonder I have a distorted view of things. Mind you I never was as ambitious as to diet or starve myself. And I am the first person to tell the teenagers that I meet (when they find out where I work and ask me if I've ever met anyone famous) well I tell them that most famous people are way too skinny (from my own personal experience) and that Jennifer Lopez doesn't even wake up in the morning looking like Jennifer Lopez. I should listen to myself.

How does Renee Z. have such a tiny waist and still such large breasts??? I totally believe that her breasts are real. At least she still has that lemon sucking duck face. I feel better knowing that.

See how bad I am?

Oh and a special note for "Loki" formerly Heather P. If it makes you feel any better about your work "crush" and yes he is "crushable." I had a sex dream last night regarding one of my co-workers. Odd, but none the less a rather brief but enjoyable kitchen sex dream with no actual sex. Awkward is the fact that I am going to have to talk to him about eight times tomorrow. And no I am not going to name names. I can confidently say that it's a result of me commenting to Gilly the cuteness of some of the people I work with and the result of me reading someone's rather racy blog right before I went to bed last night. Not because I want to cheat on my husband. When we were first going out I had a dream that Eddie Vedder was at my house and I was sitting on his lap. He kept trying to get me to fool around...trust me, in my book back then Eddie V. was foolaroundable...but I kept saying, "No, no Eddie I can't!" See how loyal I am?

Gill's going to interrogate me when he reads this...but he didn't help me with the scanner so my lips are SEALED.

Night night.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:41 PM