Pamela Ribon

Month: February 1999

  • in dreams

    eric tries to convert me Oh, the irony that is my life. The doctor’s office called yesterday. Everything is fine. No more pre-cancerous cells. Nothing to worry about. I just have a slight infection, take some medicine and I’ll be all cleared up. Happy, happy, joy, joy, right?

  • “And the Grammy goes to…”

    oh, who cares? “Every night she prays to God that another big ship will sink so she has a sequel.” — Howard Stern on Celine Dion Celine Dion said “My Heart Will Go On” isn’t a song, it’s an experience. How full of yourself do you have to be to say that your song will…

  • busy

    we’re having spaghetti Late posting– sorry. I’ve been training people all morning.

  • maybe i won’t kick it

    at least not for a few days I love Eric. I’m just saying that now. Getting it out of the way. I want him to read that, know that. I want him to know that I support him in all of his endeavors, and I wish him nothing but happiness and success in whatever he…

  • kick it

    my science is too tight What a weekend. What a week to come. Friday night we had a couple of good shows with a small crowd at the early show. Afterwards we had friends over and made more tiny wooden hand jokes. The mileage on that small toy is incredible. I had shed that funk…

  • stupid! stupid! stupid!

    you might not want to look I’m going to Aspen.

  • possible past stalking freak

    how to write a grammy winner Happy New Year, by the way, for those of you celebrating. It is the Year of the Rabbit, and that is my year, for those of you wondering. Eric is a Pig, which is a very compatible sign with me. So, take that, restaurant girlies. Where do you guys…

  • power pamie

    why you best be backing off my man Today I have revolutionized my life. I have started my life down a completely different track. I am taking control of my body, my mind, and my self confidence. I have started Tae Bo.

  • a review

    and a doubt. Did I mention that “We’re So Much Better Than Everyone Else” got reviewed? It did.

  • “What’s Mardi Gras?”

    Or how I ended up praying to God. I swear, some mornings it’s a wonder I make it here. Here, to my desk, away from the evils out there in the real world. Sometimes you do a gig, and sometimes the gig does you. This weekend we did a private party for a company. We…