Obsession!
"I wish I had my own room"-Peter
So last night Peter and I were cute together. The only one left for me to dream about is Davy. I suppose that will be tonight.
I couldn't make this up kids, yes my brain really is THIS hooked on the Monkees.
Got in touch with Bethie again! Ha ha! That girl cracks me up something awful. She's getting married and may come with me to NYC to visit some of her friends. We'll see. I'm definitely going to hang with her when I get back up to Syracuse.
"Why die honest?"-Beth on debt
I'm glad to see that engagement hasn't quelled her wild spirit. Man, that girl really is something. The 3 Muskateers are one short but the other 2 haven't changed much at all. It's like middle school and high school all over again....
U2 and NYC soon! Liamy and Cindy and all kinds of coolness--I can't wait. Let's pray all goes according to plan! (That is, when we get a plan.)
I need to rent Help! and Hard Day's Night to try and transfer some of this insanity to the Beatles. Plus, I need to get rid of those awful images of the last time I saw Help! I recall it well:
The Irish Sea tossing around about me, unsettling my stomach;
a film goes on for our viewing pleasure: Help!
I watch a few minutes then decide I'm either going to throw up or choke holding it in. I had to put on my headphones, jack up Wilco LOUD, close my eyes, hunch over and pretend like I was somewhere else...on firm ground. In the end I didn't puke but man, those images of the Beatles running around while I was feeling my insides churning is NOT a good memory. :)
posted by The Kozak's Daughter @ 7:45 PM
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Sali, this is great! All you closet Monkees lovers come out, come out wherever you are! I get a kick out of this. So, you and Cindy dig Davy but both of your high school friends dug Mike. Did anyone like Micky or Peter?
No, no I didn't know Mike wrote that song, Sali! Hah!
As for me being a Yankee and all, I really dig Mike's Texas accent. But Davy's a cutey although a bit short (5' 3" with boots on, as they say.)
Girls, could I please somehow slightly incorporate the Monkees into our super story? Please? It'll only be mild, I promise. Nothing about Peter and Mike and I disappearing into a dark room alone and...wait, what was I talking about? Hmmm. Oh yeah, the story. I uh--I uh--I'll think of something away from those lines. Ahem. Cough, cough, wheeze.
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