bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- summer! you know what's maddening? Having the song 'girl of matches' in your brain. I mean, it's a really good song. it is. i loves me my billy childish. all i can can hear in my little pea brain is 'don't play with matches, don't play with matches, you're libel to get your self burned' in his great gravely voice. although, two days ago, as i'm madly trying to hang pictures before the audience walks in, i had 'she's crazy about ballerinas' in my head (ok, that's a shellac song, but i had to laugh as i'm madly screwing stuff to the walls) I don't know what triggers songs, or why they get to passionately rooted into my brain. does anyone know why/how it happens that way. or when you sometiems have weird flashbacks, to a street you would trick or treat on, or an atique store you used to frequent when you lived in asheville n.c for a few months? anyone? brains are weird. i spent the night at anna's house last night b/c the MTV movie awards were on and jimmy fallon hosted and anna knows how much i love him and how hard i try to champion the fact that he's not gay. he might be. she kinda thinks he is. he probably is. but he's still cute. but also, mike myers was there. and you *know* how i loves mike myers. and then we watched a full hour of who's the boss and giggled because i was still in sugar shock from the 'thank you' basket judith sent the prop shop. it had these huge cookies and chocolate covered oreos and some big fudge-looking bundt cake. i think we're going to have the bundt cake for our boss' birthday today. and it's also his last day for almost a month. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO! let the watergun fights begin! 12:55 p.m. - 2001-06-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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