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?)

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

UGH...last night while knitting at the SHU/BC game I looked down at my wedding band and what did I notice? One of the diamonds looked crushed. UGH. UGH. And a couple of more ughs thrown in for good measure.

The bus got me to the city an hour later than usual this morning.

The odd little man behind me started spraying himself with cologne right before we pulled into Port Authority and now I am convinced that I smell like some bastard offspring of Brute.

And last but not least I am wondering if someone will eventually try to sue me for using the word "squaw."

But my evil bangs are laying right so it's not all doom and gloom now is it?


posted by JustKeepMum on 9:45 AM