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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Monday, December 22, 2003

"Now I want to see your on your baddest behavior...Lend me some sugar...I AM your neighbor..." If you don't know where that comes from you're probably not smiling at the moment. I however am shaking my head and shoulders along with it...because I am sitting down...

I could sit in the living room all day and just write commentary about the songs which are played on the digital music channels! Right now "Diamonds" by Janet Jackson is playing...How sad is it that I know all the words? Then again there are only about twelve.

I could sit in the living room all day but then I wouldn't get anything done. It's a boring day in this neighborhood. Since my main focus is to get the downstairs clean. The basement AKA "Gilly's Pit" is next. We've got to make it look all respectable and manly so when his friends come over they can all growl in front of the television. I am a very good wife.

EEEEH, "Another One Bites the Dust"!!!! I am four again! I am watching my brother play soccer! I am playing on the orange shag carpet in our basement!!! I can't tell you how happy I am to have grown up when I did. The music which is the backdrop of my childhood is amazing! Ohhh, they just got to bridge...Freddy is fiend...and the bass is just so important in this song...poor bass...it really gets no love these days...

I can't string thoughts together today.

"Because the Night" by Patti Smith...so much better than the Natalie Merchant cover. Forget women's liberation and Gloria Steinam...I think female musicians totally paved the way for girls like me and our attitudes...

You can't tell me that I am not a bit spunkier as a result of singing "Hit Me with Your Best Shot" - Pat Benatar at the tender age for four while riding in the car and that it didn't help to give me a healthy self esteem. Then again I was a terror back then as well. Rumor has it when I was a child I would argue with my mom about my bedtime (we're talking between the ages of 2-4 here)...so my mom would put me in my crib (I was pretty small and slept in the crib until I was five and got my own "real" bed...then again maybe they were trying to contain me with all those "bars" but that never worked either 'cause I'd fling myself over them...so I'd be arguing with my mom and I'd fall asleep. When she came to get me in the morning I would continue the argument exactly where I had left off. EXACTLY...

I don't really "drop conversations" Gill or Gert (I forget who) says that I have "conversational terets" because I will be telling you a story and then part of the story reminds me of another story and I follow that trail for a while and that may lead to another trail, but I always end up at the first story to complete it. I guess if you're not me it gets a bit challenging to keep up. Gilly says that I have a mind like an iron trap or some such thing and Gert says I think way too quickly...I think Gilly's comment is based mostly because I remember things that most people would not...like the shoes people were wearing when we met or a conversation we had three years ago...I am not opposed to mentioning such things a few years down the road and I think it creeps people out. For example the other day I was reminded of a conversation I had with a current co-worker...we weren't co-workers at the time...and we were at a party and for some reason he was telling us a story about mayonnaise...well I was reminded of it the other day and he looked at me like I had three heads...Such is life. I would love it if I knew that someone had thoughts of me hidden in the corners of their mind...though I suspect that's a pipe dream...I am the girl who always remembers people and yet they never seem to remember me...as in "I've never been to good with names but I remember faces..." to paraphrase Mr. Dando.

It makes me sad.

Ahem...back to work.
posted by JustKeepMum on 2:05 PM