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.

[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.