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, March 20, 2004

First day of Spring and I got my first Spring induced migraine on the way to Target or rather right when I was about to turn into the parking lot.

Gilly had beseached me to take a pain pill with me incase I started to pass a stone. I had said, "Don't worry if something happens I'll call you to come get me."

I took my little pink pillbox with me. When I started seeing auras I was happy to have it lest my shopping stride be broken.

Remember how I moaned about refusing to pay $60 for pants at The Limited? Well today those same pants were $30!!! Guess who returned last week's, bought two new pairs and still got change back, hmmm?

And now for something completely self centered...I have to fly to DC Monday morning, of course the flight is only one hour long but I am out of books so I bought the following:
The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson (I was waiting for this one to come out in paperback)
The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2003 Edited by Dave Eggers
Straight Talking - Jane Green

You know I really wanted to buy something to work my brain a bit, hence The Devil... and The Best...is to assure that I don't stick to the same authors...but the Jane Green is pure and utter mind candy. You see I have an addiction for cheesy British modern fiction. I just do. Somehow I can justify reading color by number romancy good girl meets good boy...good girl doesn't realize that good boy is the boy for her because good boy isn't bad enough...good girl meets bad boy...bad boy breaks good girl's heart...good girl falls in love with good boy but good boy is dating someone else who is tragically nice but not quite good enough...eventually as a result of their fates aligning...good boy and good girl fall hopelessly/lustily into love, shag and remain happily ever after.

The mere fact they eat things like, "packets of crisps", "digestive biscuits" , "milk tray" , they go to "wine bars", shop at "Boots" and use words like "whilst"...well those things just set these books apart from lust in the dust romances. In comparision they are quite highbrow.

But to be honest I don't have the patience for them at the moment because everything in those books just turns out so right and that irritates me. Nothing is ever "just right." If it was all my friends would be dating to or married to (which ever they prefer) the man of their dreams and lounging about in "wine bars" eating "digestive biscuits" whilst never gaining an ounce or a "stone" depending on who you ask.

I guess that I need my fiction to factually reflect the conflict of our reality without being so intense as to bring me really really far down. For example, I've read every single Bret Easton Ellis book except "American Psycho." Why you ask? Because I know what's in there and I don't need to invite it into my head. My mind will conjure up enough darkness if left on it's own. Thank you very much.

My legs now have to conjure me, myself and I to bed now.

G'night.
posted by JustKeepMum on 11:55 PM