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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Sunday, November 16, 2003

"There was something that I thought that you should know...I wanted to say, but words just slipped away." The Candyskins "Third World Blues"

I know that I was typing just a few hours a go but I most often feel like writing in the morning before my thoughts solidify in my head. That's not to say that I haven't been doing anything this morning and I am obsessing about Little Squaw. It's to say I have a lot of energy and tend to multitask. Plus Gil is sleeping (late night fixing wing nuts and whozits via the internet) and I can do this and then spend time with him when he gets up.

So I was thinking about my day with Gert yesterday. I think we've fallen into a comfortable pattern meaning she and I get to do stuff that our beloveds wouldn't enjoy when we're together. Like the following conversation on the way to the mall...P.S. I LOVE LOVE LOVE her mall. It's so much better than mine. There are a couple of stores that sell the kind of clothes I need for work i.e. cute, with no carbon copies in the city, plus I love putting them on. Sadly while in my one favorite store, I fit into a size 6 or 8 skirt, they don't appear to sell tops that fit me...apparently nobody with breasts shops there. Anyway, they also have the cutest handbags/accessories...I'm forsaking my mall...Additionally they have a HUGE Delia's and you may say why the hell is a woman of your age buying clothes at a store targeted at 11-18 year olds? Let's get this straight I don't buy full rigging. They again cater to the 11-18 crowd pre implants...but they do have great skirts and things...plus those types of store play the best music...where else would I hear "Rock Me" buy Liz Phair?

But I was talking about our car conversation...So I got excited that her mall had the store where I buy my well to be blunt bras...and we started in on the topic...
M...I have to get a few new bras. I've got to pull a few that are getting manky out of circulation.
G...I'm still working fitting back into my old ones. Since the baby they don't contain me...
Insert something about comfort...leads to underwires...
M...I haven't worn a bra without an underwire since 7th grade. I don't know why women complain about them being uncomfortable in them. I've never had that problem.
G...I know. That's all I wear too...Though I had a wire break in on of my bras...just snapped in two...
M...Was it metal or plastic?
G...Plastic
M....Did it jab you?
G...No it just pissed me off.
M...I hate when that happens as well. (Insert thought of black Nike bathing suit with a racer back and an underwire I loved but the underwires (metal) kept coming out)...
G...I prefer underwires they lift and separate.
M...They create a better form...round things out...
INSERT comparison of what they do to respective selves....and discussions of women who insist on shopping at Victoria's Secret who for the record makes some of the most ill fitting bras on the planet....etc, etc....

Good God! The phone just rang and the retro one in the living room scared the bejesus out of Edgar and Freddie which caused them to run like bats out of hell (if they ran) and knock the fireplace screen down. I better go do something else now.

I have to go prepare for church and the awful grocery store...

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:59 AM