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2001-06-13 - 12:48 p.m. I am writting another diary entry.....why you may ask. Well...I am going talk about a totally different topic now. Just thought you would like to know....double dose of me....can you handle it? lmao! So, Macca (Sir James Paul McCartney) was on Larry King Live last night. It sucked though, because Larry asked cookie cutter questions. "Why did the beatles break up?" "What music do you like?" "Is there a new cd coming out?" "Tell me about you relationship with John." Same old fucking shit. I remembered back in 1995 or 1996....Paul did an internet chat to promote the kick ass cd...Flaming Pie. Being the die hard Paul fan I am, I knew I must send a question in. Well...silly person I am...."Hi Paul, boxers or briefs?" I sent the question in through the computer at school...one day at lunch when I at the computer with Keith. As well as I used my nickname Rosy...so I can keep my question private and interesting. So, I was not home the day of the chat. Very disppointed, but knew in the back of my head...hell will freeze over when he answers my question. Well....welcome to hell...it froze over. Paul answered my question in a video..."Well Rosy, you won't believe the answer actually.....(he giggled)......I think I will stay enigmatic on that one." I got Paul McCartney to giggle...lol!! Right there I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. lol! My parents are like you asked that? It was the family story that lasted a while. I went to school that Monday...told my story. Everyone laughed and I had my moment. My name was in British newspapers....it was talked about on news shows. "Someone even asked Paul if he wears boxers or briefs." That's me! So, when it came time to send in questions to ask Paul on Larry King. The post it board had some copiers...."Paul,Boxers,briefs or thong?" As well as "Boxers or Briefs....tell us Paul". I wrote those people an e-mail telling them my story. That is my question....I had my moment of Paul with it. He is and I guess always will be enigmatic on that on. Go me! luv ya, Dara � � |