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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Tuesday, December 09, 2003

This is very domestic and boring because I haven't got time for the babble this week. I've gotten home after 8PM each day thus far and I won't get home until after at least 11PM the next few nights. Moan. Cry. Moan. Boo hoo.

We need to drag ourselves away from our designated 1.5 hours of TV per evening. It's a addicting really. Every time we get an technological upgrade we become way too distracted and so it's happened again. We got DirectTV yesterday and while we had digital cable before...wowza...we should have converted long ago (which is what I suggested from the get go)...first of all our reception is 110% better. Who knew that my crappy old TV had such a great picture? Yippee! Skippee!

But you don't know love until you meet TiVo. First of all no messy tapes. It's easy to program and most importantly it makes the most adorable noises when you fast forward and rewind.

I need to go to bed now after we finish licking and stamping Christmas cards...we need to do some do overs because the envelope adhesive is inferior. Off to fetch the scotch tape!


posted by JustKeepMum on 11:02 PM