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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Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Lunchtime...had to make a fat and sugar run...it's been one of those days having been in a training all morning learning which side of my brain I use the most...thankfully I'm using my brain at all...anyway, Times Square...Wednesday matinee madness...and on my way back I caught a whiff of smoke that smelled like roasting marshmallows over a camp fire...what bliss!
posted by JustKeepMum on 1:32 PM