I'll make you eggs and you'll tell me I'm great

[spatch]

South Station is now plastered (and so am I!) with ads for Heather Graham's new sitcom.

This means every time I take the train now, I can't get DaVinci's Notebook out of my head. See, they wrote a song about Heather Graham. The chorus goes like this:

Heather GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAM
Heather GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAM
Heather GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAM
She's so pret-ty

Oh it's going to be a fun Friday.

Comments

[rigel.livejournal.com]

You know, I thought of that too?

Looks like you're in the same mood I am.

[annilita.livejournal.com]

I was friends with a guy who went out with her once in high school. He's, like, a 5'4" hairy Italian guy. I'm sure they made a cute couple.

[spatch]

You should ask him if she tasted like cotton candy.

[annilita.livejournal.com]

Indeed I should.

It's kind of creepy, because on the side he has a business where he buys Star Wars stuff and then resells it via eBay for a massive mark-up to people in, like, Buttlandia who can't buy the stuff there. So he has a whole ROOM full of his inventory. And since he is used to buying action figures and such, he also bought the Heather Graham doll from Austin Powers. That is just... odd... when you actually know the person.

[jadasc.livejournal.com]

o/~ And you will love me for my Star Wars collection... o/~

[muffyjo]

See, I have:

And the snowflakes....they keep tumbin' and tumblin'
and the snowflakes....keep tumbilin'down

To John Cougar Mellencamps "And the walls" tune.

[bostonista.livejournal.com]

Is there a visual equivalent of humming loudly? 'Cus that's what I need to be doing when I walk through South Station. I don't care that dating short men means wearing flat shoes. AAAAAAGH.