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, November 17, 2003

I just told Gil that my stomach was distended from drinking too much (milk) and he said, "Maybe you have African Sleeping Sickness." Of course I burst out laughing and told him he was crazy. To which he replied, "Okay if you don't believe me Google it." I just did. It comes up as "a deadly sickness" a.k.a. Trypanosomiasis. It's real but I refuse to look at the photos.

He also just told me that I should have a section called, "The Gratuitious Sexual Conversation Section." I am suggesting that he start his own blog. It seems that he considers the earlier bra conversation gratuitious and sexual. I should take him bra shopping so he can see the manic look in my eyes as I try to find something that doesn't either crush me a.k.a. the evil minimizer or doesn't look like something you'd see hanging on clothes line in Little Italy. <- I just read him that and he said, "Okay, but what about the section? I guess there's not going to be one?" Sigh...
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:20 PM