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


Go Ahead Punk: E-Mail Little Squaw @ squawpunch@hotmail.com

AIM: gimletgurl7 (Remember when she used to be here?)

Monday, December 22, 2003

Oh boy oh boy...I love living in our own house if only because I can do laundry whenever I want without putting in myself in a potentially dangerous situation. More importantly I can just run to the washer and pull off my clothes like the woman in that Keds commercial from long ago. This is something that I do quite often, because efficiency necessitates such actions. I have to be careful though because you can see in the cellar windows at night.

I guess that covers the gratuitous sexual commentary Gilly requested.

I tuckered myself out typing a mammoth email perhaps I should have saved for here.

Gill got mad about me mentioning the post I am withholding. He says it's not fair to dangle something out there like that.

That said I am going to let it go up tomorrow. Time TBD you'll just have to keep your eyes peeled. It's rather sad and girlie and angstie and self indulgent. Then again talking about myself online is all those things as well, now isn't it?
posted by JustKeepMum on 11:11 PM