2000-11-01

Hall & Oates

I'm really not ignoring this diary. I am just seriously swamped in every conceivable direction lately.

Here's something, though: I went to CVS to buy Christmas lights to drape around the Elvis shrine in my bathroom, and I had an epiphany.

Hall & Oates was on the sound system as I perused the selection of lights.

Hall & Oates. Hall. And. Fucking. Oates.

Can we say: Supreme Guilty Pleasure?

I'm sure now that Bo will never speak to me again, but Paula may be in on the Hall & Oates magic with me. C'mon, kids - I know you read this...

lisamcc at 14:34:20

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