emobohemo

dagens låt: "caring is creapy" - the shins
dagens roligaste: när jag råkade köpa en korsett, sedan råkade tappa den så att någon annan råkade ta upp den
dagens mest irriterande: att jag egentligen kunde varit på stapelbäddsteater just nu, men är seg
dagens nakenhet: fönsterputsarna med bar överkropp som fick en hel fanclub bland heleneholmstjejer
dagens komik: fråga olle, (han hette egentligen bengt)
dagens tragik: jag sitter inomhus
dagens köp: stillade mina shoppingcravings med lite skor och klänningar
dagens ärenden: posta brev, besök på banken för nytt kort, id och internetbank, och lämna bok, och sola lite
dagens saknad: jag saknar emma
dagens häng: davidshall
dagens allmänna känsla: it's all mixed up, dododo
dagens stöld: -harkel-
dagens bästa: johanna
dagens snygging: fönsterputskillen till höger
dagens låtlyrik:

she's painting her fingernails waiting for something to happen
listening to lovesongs, watching the clock on the wall
she could fix a cheap sandwich, but someone might ask her to dinner
so she's painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call

there's a torned, yellow photograph stuck in the heads of the mirror
by the raggedy and all she plead with when she was a child
there's a top dresser drawer filled with jewellerys, pills and old letters
and she's painting her fingernails dreaming of Paul Newmans smile

there's a sink full of dishes left over from three lonely breakfasts'
and some mode-glamour magazines all very neatly arranged
but the magazines just make her feel that she's fat and she's ugly
so she's paiting her fingernails waiting for something to change

on her desk is the macramé she started on last september
and the bright, gilded christmas card he sent her three years ago
so she's streching her legs in an excercise she been neclecting
she's painting her fingernail hoping that age doesn't show

and it dawnes on her, the telephone just might be out of order
she picks it up
here's the tone
sats it down again
and there's lots of other men
if she has to she can always call a friend

in the fridge there's what left of last wednesday nights candlelight dinner
on her neck is the lovemark he left her to prove he was there
should call the dinners and take her red coat to the cleaners
but she's paiting her fingernails wondering if anyone cares

she undresses seductively infront of Johnny Carson
and smiles goodnight to the bullfighter there on the wall
and she crawls into bed knowing this time tomorrow
she'll be paiting her fingernails waiting for someone to call