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, January 17, 2004

Gilly's sitting in his chair staring at the fire and drinking a margarita on the rocks post s'more as prepared by me. That is one smokey fire. The coffee table is littered with handgun magazines, a hacker magazine, a digital pedometer and a
"Knit Knack Kit." Edgar's stretched out in front of the fire like a bear skin rug. We certainly are a rare breed.

Gill just put the "magic" pinecones in the fire which made it as he says, "a wicked cool" fire. We wish we knew the pantone color for the blue and green flames.

Gotta go stare.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:40 PM