Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Let it suffice to say that when I hear the song "One on One" from them, I immediately start singing "Several on One, I Wanna Play That Game Tonight..."
And school girl uniforms, big on the plaid skirt, the white blouse.
Oy gevalt.
We still don't know who Oates is, unless it's mentioned. Seriously, can you imagine being a platnium artist and a millionaire, and have nobody recognize you at all?
http://www.vintageculture.net/images/jean-harlow-and-chico-marx1.jpg
Check out the stems on Jean Harlow in this shot too.
JDC
Katie, "Hall and Oates 2008, I Can Go for That" is one of my biggest search terms. Maybe you'll get invited to the Hall and Oates Yahoo Group like me now. I infiltrated it for... uh, journalistic purposes.