Friday, February 06, 2004
Who Do You Need? Who Do You Love?
My company publishes a certain bestseller by a certain bestselling author, entitled, I Know This Much Is True. Now, if I know you as well as I think I do, right now, you're probably thinking, (a) Why did you capitalize the "i" in "is" in that book title, when it's clearly a linking verb?, and/or (b) Uh huh huh hu-uh huh! I know-ow this mu-uch is tru-ue! And to that I reply, (1) I know it looks funny, but who got the highest score on Mr. Eisenhart's grammar test senior year? You or I?, and (2) I bought a ticket to the world -- but now I've come back again. Why do I find it hard to write the next line? Oh I want the truth to be said.
Between the aforementioned book -- and Heart of the Matter, of an equally infuriatingly catchy musical title -- lining the walls in poster-form, peeking out of semi-opened crates, or catching my eye from their places on my very own office bookshelf, my life from roughly 9:30am to 7:30pm, Monday through Friday, EST, is one big tribute to Adult Contemporary music.
So when I say that in my hair right now is a product called "Undone™", presumably the first thought that enters your mind in lyrical form is, "Hey child! Stay wild-er than the wind! And blow me in to cry-yyy!" I'd like to believe that its creator was watching the corresponding Duran Duran video whilst thumbing through the the songtitle's corresponding book by the aforementioned bestselling author, and later on in the day found herself humming, "Can't ever keep from falling apart! At the seams! Can't I believe you're taking my heart! To pieces!", racing into the L'Oreal lab the next day with the name: "Omigod, girls! You know that one Duran Duran video? Here's my idea!"
The description on the bottle actually contains the phrase, "disheveled perfection." Who gets paid to do this and when were they were handing out that job? Where was I? Perhaps I was too busy tryin' to get down to the heart o' the matter? Perhaps the position was offered to me, but my will got weak and my thoughts seemed to scatter?
Either way, upon dispersing the product through my locks, Undone™'s lightweight hold combined with subtle smoothing and separating properties turned me into a sweatshirted sorority sister on a Saturday morning, remarking in her best hungover social voice, "Who, me? I just rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes! I definitely didn't just spend two hours primping for this Anthro 101 study group! I mean, look how disheveled my hair is..."
And then I went over to the mirror, looked myself in the eye, and said, "Who do you need? Who do you love? When you come Undone™?"
Between the aforementioned book -- and Heart of the Matter, of an equally infuriatingly catchy musical title -- lining the walls in poster-form, peeking out of semi-opened crates, or catching my eye from their places on my very own office bookshelf, my life from roughly 9:30am to 7:30pm, Monday through Friday, EST, is one big tribute to Adult Contemporary music.
So when I say that in my hair right now is a product called "Undone™", presumably the first thought that enters your mind in lyrical form is, "Hey child! Stay wild-er than the wind! And blow me in to cry-yyy!" I'd like to believe that its creator was watching the corresponding Duran Duran video whilst thumbing through the the songtitle's corresponding book by the aforementioned bestselling author, and later on in the day found herself humming, "Can't ever keep from falling apart! At the seams! Can't I believe you're taking my heart! To pieces!", racing into the L'Oreal lab the next day with the name: "Omigod, girls! You know that one Duran Duran video? Here's my idea!"
The description on the bottle actually contains the phrase, "disheveled perfection." Who gets paid to do this and when were they were handing out that job? Where was I? Perhaps I was too busy tryin' to get down to the heart o' the matter? Perhaps the position was offered to me, but my will got weak and my thoughts seemed to scatter?
Either way, upon dispersing the product through my locks, Undone™'s lightweight hold combined with subtle smoothing and separating properties turned me into a sweatshirted sorority sister on a Saturday morning, remarking in her best hungover social voice, "Who, me? I just rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes! I definitely didn't just spend two hours primping for this Anthro 101 study group! I mean, look how disheveled my hair is..."
And then I went over to the mirror, looked myself in the eye, and said, "Who do you need? Who do you love? When you come Undone™?"
