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

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

I don't need a support system
Lifting me into prop position
What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
What satisfaction is left when all you do
Tells everyone you're acting untrue?

-Liz Phair


My VP just quit. So here's the tally...no assistant...no director...no VP...

Just me and a coordinator.

I don't know if we're just a torso or if we're just a pair of hands and feet.

UGH UGH UGH.
posted by JustKeepMum on 2:54 PM