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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Monday, March 15, 2004

Just when you thought that the world couldn't get weirder...

April issue of Playboy...
Exclusive
Supermodel
Rachel Hunter
Stacy's Mom is
NAKED!

She talks about the video for "That Song" and there are screen grabs from the video.

Okay, so Gill doesn't believe that she is only 34 (based on her former marriage to a fossil)...but I want to know why her boobs are shown in soft focus??? I really hate how Playboy perpetuates the myth of plastic women. I don't know any men who find this magazine sexy. And for the record nor do I.

Plus why is she posing with a big trophy between her knees???

AND she never even shows her butt. What's going on with that?

Who knew this is how my evening would end when I went to get the mail and then watched a car blow through the red light? I am starting to revisit my childhood fantasy of digging trenches and/or speed bumps in front of my house to stop speeders. Sigh...

On another note, my day started off all light and giggly which is remarkable because I had a very hard time getting out of the house.

1. I decided last minute that my skirt didn't match my sweater so I had to change it.

2. When I walked out the door with my long coat on I then decided that it was too warm for that particular coat. Back in the house to switch coat.

3. Sit down in the car and realize that I left my work ID, new car insurance card and a bus ticket in the other coat.
Go back in and Freddie looks at me like I am on crack for coming and going so frequently.

Then at work...my ex VP emails me a photo of Simple Plan from the Indonesian VMA's (he works in International now)...so I email him back.

"Hmmmm, thanks for the picture. I can only guess that a. you sent it to me because you were excited about the Mid-West connection (former VP is from the Mid-West) or b. you remember that they played in Central Park and you thought that they were the band that I was excited about seeing at that show, when in reality the band that I was excited about was Fountains of Wayne. Either way thanks for the thought!"

To which he responded along the lines of, "You are so kean. I did think that they were the band that you liked. Maybe next time..."

I thought that was my Fountains of Wayne moment of the day. Until I found the photo of them at the Rock the Vote Grammy party...which I of course cropped and then sent to my friends because Chris was standing right in front of the C/L logo...plus he had a really sympathetic look on his face which one could if one wanted to say was a sympathetic look at moi along the lines of "I too hate the trauma that this logo has caused...you poor poor girl."

Or maybe not.

Loki and Gill are on my list because they both said he looked like an old man. And while he has his Billy Idol hair in that photo which is a look that I am not particularly fond of, I still don't think that he looks old.

My LFOWF was happy to see the look of content on Mr. C's face. And that my friends is why my LFOWF is the only person with who I can share my little flights of Fountains of Wayne fancy without fear of an intervention.

Still I thought that was my last Fountains of Wayne moment of the day (it's been a while)...but then I get Playboy or rather Gilly gets Playboy but I always look at it first.

The day turned less light and giggly when I started getting sharp pains in my stomach. Thankfully they were towards the front so I knew that they weren't the kidney stones rattling around. BUT if they'd been towards the back I would have taken a massive blue pain pill and called it a day. AW SCHUCKS.

Other updates...I think "Grover" the bus driver is dead. No I had nothing to do with it, but the other day when we were pulling into Port Authority the bus driver says, "I just wanted to tell you folks that Jimmy the driver who normally drives this route passed away the other night and we are all very saddened by our loss."

I wasn't certain who "Jimmy" was because there are two different drivers who sometimes drive the bus. To refresh your memory "Grover" was the "Please don't bend your ticket ma'am" driver.

Well now I am pretty certain that "Grover" was "Jimmy" because I haven't seen him in over a week. Perhaps the Grover on his badge refered to his last name???

Sad either way. He may have been a grouch but he wasn't a bad driver that's for sure.

And to add to the crazy Radio Lady story...my press friend remembered that the girl had asked Gideon, "Do the winners have to be hot?" He said, "No" and she said, "Well it helps right?"

I can't wait for this promotion to be over but I have at least two more months to go! UGH. UGH. UGH.

Last bit of ranting...normal business hours are 9:30AM-5:30PM...now I get in at 8:30AM and leave at 5:30PM. My coordinator gets in at 10:30AM and leaves at 5:30PM. She thinks that she's pulling one over on me because I don't see when she comes in, but I know.

I won't even tell you how I feel about said coordinator, well no I won't. Not tonight at least.

I have to run. I promised a friend in Chicago if he called me tonight I would help him out with some stuff. That calls coming in at 10PM so I have to get ready for bed so I can drop off the minute I hang up.

Night night.



posted by JustKeepMum on 9:18 PM