New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Monday, October 27, 2003

She dances in a ring of fire and throws of the challenge with a shrug..."- (Or something like that.) J.M.

Gee, I am tired...Okay, I've spent the weekend entertaining a houseguest (a lot of fun and a lot of prep work). Our guest bedroom, which until this point was our only fully prepared bedroom, was thus occupied so we had to prep our actual master (Who came up with that term? Master. Master of what?) anyway…inhaling paint fumes in our newly painted "master" bedroom just for the sake of sleeping on our brand new king size bed which floats a total of three feet off the ground and onto which I must fling myself every evening. Such is life. I also spent the weekend stomping around a historical town beside the Delaware wearing way too pointy boots with the cutest kitten heel for the sake of looking metro. Needless to say I am exhausted.

I think the fumes contributed to my strange dreams none of which I can remember at the moment however they were consistent in the fact that D.P. circa my world 1980-1993...appeared once again. I told Gilla (husband circa 2002 beau since 1996) so very long ago that I needed to find D.P. when in the months leading up to our wedding he appeared in each and every dream every night. I started to think there was a reason. When I spoke to Gilla about it I said, "Well what if it means that D.P. is harboring unrequited love for me? And that I need to tell him that all hope is lost and I am getting married? Hmmmm? What if he's going to spend the rest of his life heartbroken and wondering what if? I need to contact him immediately.” To which he responded, "Well if he does you can tell him to f*ck off. I don't think he does. Why would he? Wouldn’t you have heard about it by now?"

Well I showed him...We had an official "Elaine!" situation at our wedding when an old friend of mine(circa Freshman year 1993) showed up very very drunk at the church and kept declaring his love for me at the reception. While touching it was sad. Certainly not an event I would have predicted and not one I'll dive into today.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:00 PM