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, December 06, 2003

Muggy Gumweather. Muggy Gumweather. Muggy Gumweather. He shall have his day on the internet eventually.

Ahem. Vague Christmas reference above which only me, Gertie and the clan which I married into will understand. Yesterday and today were exhausting. Spent 5 hours on the bus getting home yesterday. It's hard to tone people out for that long but I spent a great deal of the time listening to music and smiling to myself.

Gilly's new leather "easy" chair was delivered in the midst of the storm yesterday. Which for the record looks nothing like a Lazy Boy puffy type thing. It's gorgeous. Very 1920's smoking club, sleek, and distinguished. Who doesn't love a chair with a mustache back? I don't like fur but we've got a chair which was probably formerly known as a small cow in the living room. I know that I am conflicted.

7:30 AM today...got up and shoveled 1/4 of the driveway (which is pretty big). Gilly got up and shoveled some as well. We were making our way into the city when I convinced Gilly to reschedule so we went to Home Despot which was a paradise. Empty and quiet. Of course there was no one there to help us. But you can't have it all.

Lots of moving around the house. Hanging shelves, putting out Christmas decorations, labeling Christmas cards, etc...

Ohhhh, and the big news yesterday being the dress I need to wear in a wedding 1/2/04 arrived. UGH UGH UGH. Somehow my friend managed to find the only dress in the world that could make me look flat chested. Gil took one look at me and said, "Um, where are your curves?" followed, by "Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair!" So I did my best Stevie Nicks impression for him." It's a Guinevere type thing with trumpet sleeves and it's going to need a major overhaul. The sleeves are way too long and way too wide for me. It's two feet too long. The chest needs to be taken in. I am going to have to duct tape my chest up so that you can see it. Really. And that's going to hurt. I guess I can pretend that I am twelve again and suck it up. Thankfully I love the shoes I bought to wear. Very pointy toes, skinny high heel, little ankle strap. Those will perk me up.

I just realized that I am tragically boring at the moment. Boring and tired.


posted by JustKeepMum on 11:35 PM