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raybearI am dangerously addicted to Olivia Newton John right now. I can blame Stephan, but assigning blame doesn't really help the matter. I'm starting to think it's like "The Ring" and if I make a copy of the "All Olivia" iTunes playlist and spread it to another, I'll be safe.
Today I woke up and decided it's my fake birthday. Or, as Sparky put it better, Observation of Raybear's Birthday. In honor of the occasion, I made myself bacon and eggs for breakfast. Then I watched Oprah because she had on Chris Rock and Jon Stewart and Maya Rudolph. That was very nice of her to air this episode in honor of my Observation Birthday.
There's a lot to do to prepare for the party this evening but I'm not letting myself freak out too much about it and will let Lowenstein handle the freaking out. Except I really don't think any feaking out is necessary because I have such an interesting and fabulous group of friends that putting them all together in my apartment with some beverages and music will always produce fun results. They won't really care if we hide a few boxes on the back porch or in the basement. Some people will unfortunately be missing the party, and I'm sure some people will suprise me by showing up, but it all balances out. Though I am a little nervous about upsetting the elderly woman who lives below us, especially since she just came home from the hospital. Eek.
Last night on the radio we heard Ice Cube's You Can Do It. It sounded so good, I dug out my best of CD and I'm listening to it right now. Remember when Ice Cube was a rapper? I mean, a good one? And what happened to Ms Toi? Did Lil Kim kick her ass for sounding like her?
Lowenstein commented on how happy and frisky I was this morning. And I'm still sort of wrestling inside about other parts of my life, but at least I appreciate the balance back in my life. Sadness and anxiety and self-esteem crises are much easier to handle in between periods of laughter and excitement and good sex.
Also, I'm making my spinach-artichoke dip so come early to the party if you want any. I can't promise I won't eat it all in the first hour while waiting for guests to arrive and stressing about childhood birthday parties where no one came because they were all on summer vacation. My, how things have changed.
Today I woke up and decided it's my fake birthday. Or, as Sparky put it better, Observation of Raybear's Birthday. In honor of the occasion, I made myself bacon and eggs for breakfast. Then I watched Oprah because she had on Chris Rock and Jon Stewart and Maya Rudolph. That was very nice of her to air this episode in honor of my Observation Birthday.
There's a lot to do to prepare for the party this evening but I'm not letting myself freak out too much about it and will let Lowenstein handle the freaking out. Except I really don't think any feaking out is necessary because I have such an interesting and fabulous group of friends that putting them all together in my apartment with some beverages and music will always produce fun results. They won't really care if we hide a few boxes on the back porch or in the basement. Some people will unfortunately be missing the party, and I'm sure some people will suprise me by showing up, but it all balances out. Though I am a little nervous about upsetting the elderly woman who lives below us, especially since she just came home from the hospital. Eek.
Last night on the radio we heard Ice Cube's You Can Do It. It sounded so good, I dug out my best of CD and I'm listening to it right now. Remember when Ice Cube was a rapper? I mean, a good one? And what happened to Ms Toi? Did Lil Kim kick her ass for sounding like her?
Lowenstein commented on how happy and frisky I was this morning. And I'm still sort of wrestling inside about other parts of my life, but at least I appreciate the balance back in my life. Sadness and anxiety and self-esteem crises are much easier to handle in between periods of laughter and excitement and good sex.
Also, I'm making my spinach-artichoke dip so come early to the party if you want any. I can't promise I won't eat it all in the first hour while waiting for guests to arrive and stressing about childhood birthday parties where no one came because they were all on summer vacation. My, how things have changed.
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Date: 2004-07-02 10:37 am (UTC)I thought of an alternate reference to today:
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Date: 2004-07-02 11:25 am (UTC)i'm making a double batch of the dip, but i fear it still won't be enough.
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Date: 2004-07-02 10:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-02 11:20 am (UTC)OLIVIA SPREAD ON TOAST
Date: 2004-07-02 11:10 am (UTC)Even though I have pretty much all of her albums on vinyl, this sounds like a great idea. "my heart aint home anymore" is one of my favorite ONJ songs.
By the way happy birthday.
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Date: 2004-07-02 12:21 pm (UTC)Re: OLIVIA SPREAD ON TOAST
Date: 2004-07-02 01:31 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday!
Date: 2004-07-02 12:36 pm (UTC)i fear this olivia thing may be infectious.
Date: 2004-07-02 12:37 pm (UTC)and now, i'm at this moment searching for a few olivia songs to add to my library.
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Date: 2004-07-02 02:27 pm (UTC)I would like a collection of mp3's. Please and thank you.
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Date: 2004-07-02 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-02 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-02 11:52 pm (UTC)Everyone...find, download, aquire her 2003 House song, "Best of my Love"