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December 19, 2007

Slippery Slope

Well it is just hours away from that day I view with singular dread commemorating that day long ago when, like a fable shrouded in the mists of time, I was born. I shall be holding a cocktail party at Lapeyrouse Cemetery …if you are coming..bring drinks!


For some reason I was contemplating scary or awful song lyrics all day. There are many songs, usually pop, that have lyrics that are appalling ( Da Doo Ron Ron comes to mind) but some qualify as just plain sick. The Crystals, under the leadership of “did I just shoot her? How’s my ‘do?” Spector unleashed the gem “He Hit Me” ( and it felt like a kiss). The chorus of which was:


He hit me (da-da-da-ah) and it felt like a kiss (felt like a kiss)

He hit me (da-da-da-ah) and I knew he loved me

If he didn’t care for me,

I could have never made him mad

But he hit me (da-da-da-ah) and I was glad


Makes you just want to burst into song doesn’t it? Strangely the song was later covered by both The Motels and Hole…some things I can’t explain.


Even before that classy little number we had “So in Love” from Kiss me Kate which starts off in such a lovely way and then degrades into..


In love with my joy delirious

When I knew that you could care.

So taunt me and hurt me,

Deceive me, desert me,

I’m yours ’til I die,

So in love,

So in love,

So in love with you, my love, am I.


Sort of gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling all over…like too much tequila. On the other side of that we have the lyrics of scary obsession that gives any man who hasn’t fully recovered from seeing Fatal Attraction shudders. I speak of such classics as I Would Die for You by Garbage. I mean it is a great song but the thoughts behind it are just a wee bit psycho…


I will burn for you

Feel

pain for you

I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it

apart

I will lie for you

Beg and steal for you

I will crawl on

hands and knees until you see, you’re just like me.


I will confess that one of my favourite songs expresses a similar crazed obsession but seeing as it is Melissa Ettheridge I feel I can be forgiven. I leave you with Come to my Window…


I would dial the numbers

Just to listen to your breath

I would stand inside my hell

And hold the hand of death

You dont know how far Id go

To ease this precious ache

You dont know how much Id give

Or how much I can take

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December 19, 2007

In the midst of life we are in death etc.

There are many things I want to write about today but I really can’t as I am a bit tired. Actually going out at the wrong time given work and my desperate need to finish Fodor’s has proven to be interesting…though this evening that wasn’t the problem. Work started out stressfully as the Mondeo was overheating and I barely made it to work before the needle hit the red. Did I mention I also had a near flat and had to stop at the gas station? Well..trust me it adds a whole new level to watching the needle rise.

Once at work it was the usual checking what was going on so i could do a lineup and then worrying about the car. I worry a lot. After telling him my symptoms my guy Jai at Ford started bandying about repair numbers in the $10,000 plus range. Naturally I started thinking of cliffs and edges again. After checking a few Year in Review stories ( thank you Robin) and getting a handle on things I pondered my car again. Should I pretend I never saw it and leave it in the ie car park forever? Should I crash it into a light pole and call my insurance company after volunteering for a sobriety test? I pondered all my options and the fact I couldn’t drive her too far and settled on the garage near work. I walked over to see if they could check her and, after a visit to the office, realized it was owned by friends of mine…sweet joy! I walked back and drove her back to the garage where she still is now. Apparently, after a cursory look at the engine ( and after fighting with a geriatric fool who pulled into the garage ahead of me) I was told it seemed a simple matter and I assume I will find out tomorrow the extent of damages. I am certain it will cost less than $10,000. Lesson one…never trust the dealer. I will give the old girl one thing ..she always gets to where she has to go.

Tony was his usual cool self…though looking rather dapper in a black suit…I told him the problems I was having and he blandly said…”well use the company car”.I did again…and I still feel like a lesbian with a stick shift. Note to self…if he ever sells the Suzuki…buy it!

We got our bonuses today and I find if I think of it as a large tip it makes more sense. I guess this means I have to brave past the lighthouse again to go to a DollarValue Supermarket ( we own them ) and spend my non-cash contribution. I see Smirnoff in my future.

It is still raining so I assume if it keeps up I better get to reading the Torah to check on the proper cubit scenario so I can sail out of here. I must look for a dove.

In friend news..Peter Police ( we call him that) is now a Corporal and Omar is planning to mop tomorrow…both are rather monumental. I congratulate both of them. Rumour has it Omar may actually be able to see his floor tomorrow.

Off to bed now to procrastinate further about writing and praying the Mondeo repairs are of a kinder gentler price.

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