June 07, 2004
Everyday I write the book
I had a dream last night that I invited Elvis Costello to our party on Saturday and he asked if he could bring his boyfriend Sasha and his friend Wendy and her Mom. Of course I said yes...
Posted by MJ at June 7, 2004 09:00 AMComments
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He's one of those people you just know you'd get along with. Like Ellen. Very cool party.
Posted by: Chari at June 7, 2004 10:14 AMMan, he does that crap to me, too! Suddenly it's no longer my party; it's Elvis' party that just happens to be held at my house.
If you give that man an inch, he'll totally take a mile. And he'll bum your last smoke because he's too lazy to get his pack out of his car. Bit infuriating, really.
Posted by: picklejuice at June 7, 2004 10:53 AMAnd Freud said?
Posted by: laika at June 9, 2004 12:59 PMAnd Freud said... "It's all about Diana Krall."
Posted by: MJ at June 9, 2004 05:42 PMUmmm.... Diana Krall. Thank goodnes for our local jazz station.
Posted by: Chari at June 10, 2004 05:59 AM
