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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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

So I am sitting at my husband's desk and it's 10:15PM. Apparently some wayward server crashed and now we have to do the time. But why am I here and not there with there being home? Because it's Ash Wednesday silly! And what with Gilly being my "religious guide" (he was my sponsor when I got confirmed a few years back)...well with him being my "guide" I wanted to go with him tonight.

Sooo, I rode my old bus out of the city and proceeded to wait for Gilly to pick me up. And waited. And waited. And waited. And thank goodness Heather P. and I were bouncing text messages back and forth. Why not call each other when we were both obviously free to talk? I think it's all about instant gratification. Plus little messages are so much more fun to read!

So Gilly picks me up and I get a fish fillet from McDonalds (note how they have pushed the fish fillet front and center for Lent)...and then we go to church. This was our old church full of all the old characters...for example, "Tropicana" the pushy usherette...Gilly decided her name would be "Tropicana" after he decided her hair looked like she had set it on Tropicana orange juice cans. Now why would my husband know about women setting their hair on Tropicana cans which is so 1960's? Because his next door neighbor growing up, who never gave up on her '60's hairdo used to do it.

So "Tropicana" was in full effect. And the choir sounded like it was full of "special" people but upon further inspection, they were just really old and really out of tune.

I remembered in church that I need to give something up for Lent. Something that will help me spiritually. That said, I am going to try to give up saying, "fuck." I only say it during times of extreme stress. My work situation has made it an active part of my vocabulary at this point, yet I always giggle when I say it. So here's my last hurrah...fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...how many fucks is that? A lot.






posted by JustKeepMum on 10:16 PM