Hum-dum-dum-dee-dum

Snow makes me grrrful. And I miss Alana, who has the clementines in her room. Yes, she bought them, so this is perfectly fair, but clementines are yummy. And I miss E. . .where were you yesterday? I want to go someplace warm. . .Mexico, anyone? And Stephen Sondheim needs to get the fuck out of my head. A tune you can hum, indeed.

*Sings*

"And then the telephone rings *brrrring* muttamuttamuttamutta yes Jerome mutta no Jerome muttamuttamuttamutta that's his lawyer, Jerome. Sorry Charlie!"

*Life is knowing what you want, darling, that's the only thing to know. As I told you moons ago, darling, nothing wrong with wanting. Nothing wrong with wanting me, darling, also nothing wring with not. Though before you go I do think you should know that I want you a lot.*

These are probably misremembered. And does the subject make sense now?