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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Thursday, December 11, 2003

Lunch time poll...You're stuck at a party with your co-workers. Forced interaction is taking place such as you can't choose your own table, you have to play get to know you games and the kicker is you can't drink a drop because it will make you mind boggling stunningly ill. Everyone around you is completely wasted.

Do you:
A. Scream "Go to hell you plasticine fakes!!!"
B. Attempt to sever your wrists with a butter knife
OR
C. Say, "Screw it" suck down some wine and proceed to projectile vomit

I didn't do any of that. I tried not to smirk and I played nice. I didn't go to college, get a job, fall in love, and get a mortgage to be treated like an kindergartener. I've got a best friend who spends each and every day with a room full of them and I can assure you we don't perpetuate their behavior in our off time.

I think the thing that irritates me most (and I think anyone who knows me will agree) is that I A. Hate to be told what to do and B. Hate to not be able to do what I want. I don't even like to drink that much though I do love good Gin Gimlet and/or an ice cold beer now and again. But now my body won't even allow me to have it. I am not pregnant. I am not going to have a bundle of joy anytime soon with the knowledge that I will be able to imbibe post haste. Nope. Not at all. I need to take medicine and said medicine makes me physically ill when I drink, sip or smell alcohol. I will most likely be taking this medicine for the rest of my life. UGH UGH UGH

Plus the damn dress which I need to wear in a wedding on 1/2/04, well I took it to be altered and it's going to cost more than half the price of the dress to alter. Keep in mind this is a dress that I will only wear ONCE. I am a very angry girl. The icing on the cake is that I am going to look horrible in it. Pasty and flat. Much like an undercooked pancake with blueberry sauce (the dress is navy). I mean if it was a fabulous dress that I would never buy because it would be too expensive well that would be a different story. I need a better perspective and you know what that is?

Well neither do I. At least the party tonight will have people that I love and adore, the option to roam about freely and I can leave whenever I want.

Okay, maybe I lied. The better perspective is the basket of candy coated pretzels sitting behind my on my filing cabinet and the prospect of only 1 1/2 days left of work before the weekend and 1 additional week until I am out of the office for two solid swinging weeks which is a first for me since our wedding.

I'm actually pretty happy now that I think about it.

Big wet kisses to Gilly (my only reader it seems).


posted by JustKeepMum on 1:07 PM