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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Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Dammit dammit and double dammit. I just lost a whole freakin post. UGH...recap blah blah blah, bus diversion to Hoboken...blah blah blah the price of tea in China.

I am trying again...bus got diverted...one benefit being I got to see another view of the NYC skyline which always puts things into perspective. The problem with a long bus ride is that I have all these fabulous ideas swirling around in my head but by the time I get home, make dinner, calm the monkeys, investigate what Gilly's day was like, do some misc. shuffling, well the great ideas are pretty mangled by then. So instead you get this. Or something like it.

Right now I am sitting on the living room floor surrounded by CDs from bands only I love or at least only I like such as Fossil, Nerf Herder, the Ass Ponys, and the Rugburns...my heart is true at least...

Most surreal moment of the day was getting in the car and hearing Fountains of Wayne on the radio. I don't care how often it happens I'll never get used to it and I always check to see if it's my CD player...but I get a reality check when the dumb DJ starts to talk over the track...I just wish it was a song that I loved.

Off to watch Rich Girls...YAHOO!
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:27 PM