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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Saturday, November 22, 2003

"What to do? Sweetheart you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time." - OK Go "What to do?"

I could hardly sleep last night. More on that later. And I had vivid dreams of shopping in some sort of discount store (really random stuff...trivets...perfume...luggage) where everything was free. It became very much a Laverne and Shirley moment. Then it degraded into a conversation with Ian Robinson concerning why he had tiny little arms and fingers. Which led to me holding my arm up to him and illustrating how short mine were (but not teeny tiny). Then all hell broke loose because I was at a wedding half Gil's side of the family and half Gert's and we're busting out of this wedding at my father's garage which was adjacent to the discount store and everyone was pushing and shoving and I lost black mule with some sort of bow on it in the process which upset me most of all. Then I'm stranded waiting for Gil to pick me up and unable to get him on the phone and I go back into the store and discover that they have red highheeled flip flops. As stupid as it sounds, anyone who knows me knows that I have at least 10 pairs of flip flops going on at one time and am sucker for a cute heel. Though red would not be my first choice. Sure everyone made fun of the hh flipflop this summer, but it's only because the cost over $100. Mossimo makes a version for Target and I'm all over them. Anyway I'm looking for a pair and I'm avoiding a fight over some with the president of my HS class (not by my vote) by casually mentioning, "Oh yes I saw a pair of 9.5's over there..." Secretly loving the fact that I wear a 7.5 and now I can call her big foot. In retrospect, they don't sell flip flops in 1/2 sizes...but anyway by the end of the dream (or at least when I woke up) the boy I had a crush on in JR High for a bit rolls in and we start chatting since I haven't seen him since HS but he's really not participating in the conversation (story of my life)...

Very nice sunrise this morning as viewed through the bathroom window sans glasses...I am going to buy bus tickets now.
posted by JustKeepMum on 7:38 AM