Wednesday, December 15th, 2004 • 1 Comment on Scrambled Thoughts
—I would have liked to see the Eagles on their farewell (cough, cough) tour, but I have serious issues with paying over a hundred bucks a ticket for the privilege. Haven’t these guys made enough money in their thirty-something year career?
—How can it go from 72 on Friday to 32 today? I love living in Virginia.
—I wanted coffee tonight. I didn’t get it. I’m tired.
—Despite my lack of Christmas spirit, I love falling asleep with the outside lights lighting up the bedroom. It makes me smile.
—Vodka and cranberry juice is not only festive, it’s very yummy. And dangerous.
—Flannel sheets rock. If I could spend my days nestled in flannel, I would.
—I love the Ellen Degeneres American Express commercial. I think I have a little crush on Ellen. She rocks like flannel sheets.
—I’m craving Thai food. Alas.
—I’ve been on a John Hiatt kick lately (following on the heels of an extended Prince obsession and a brief Cheap Trick/Journey 80’s retrospective). I love “Have a Little Faith In Me,” but “Cry Love” breaks my heart every time I hear it. Makes me want to learn to play the mandolin, too.
—Scott Peterson got the death penalty and a lot of people are happy about it. Weird world we live in, huh? Too bad we don’t show the same interest in all the other pregnant women who are murdered every day of every year.
—I’m going back to school in January, which elicits a feeling of excitement followed immediately by a feeling of dread. What have I gotten myself into?
—There are a few dozen presents upstairs calling out to be wrapped. I’m ignoring them. Nothing wrong with receiving Christmas gifts after Christmas, right? Right.