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 06, 2004

Gilly's crawling around on his hands and knees in the attic filling cracks with some sort of ooze in a can which apparently will go bad if not used within the hour. He asked me to be his "draft detector" but the minute I accidently sent a cobweb in his direction he started acting all ornery so I got the hell out of dodge.

I am sitting on our bed listening to my stomach lodge complaints about something or other and hoping that one of the monkeys doesn't climb into the attic.

We went to church today and had an ugly incident when leaving. Gilly decided to dart between rows in an attempt to exit faster and left me stuck behind a woman walking about as quickly as the contiental drift. By the time we got out I wanted to KILL him because I thought it was a immensely rude and unnessecary. Then while we were waiting for a table at a restaurant a lady made room for me to sit down next to her on a bench. When she said, "I can move over more so he can sit down." (Gilly was a few feet away leaning against a wall)...I waved my hand and said, "Oh, don't worry about him. We're having a thing."

She ended up moving over anyway and he sat down.

Later I went to the restroom...as I was trying to find a stall that wasn't severely life threatening I pushed open a door to find a little girl in there. The door was ajar so don't blame me. Well I felt bad for her so I said, "Here." and I pulled the door shut for her and moved the lock over with my finger. (It was missing a nob so you could get to the lock.) I then found my own location and made sure to give her enough time to exit without us bumping into each other. I figured she'd be rather embarassed and I didn't want her to feel bad.

It also gave me time to enjoy the Jesus Jones song playing while I washed my hands...hmmmm, the good old late '80's - early '90's when it seemed like Brit Pop still had a chance.

Later still Gilly pointed out that "That Song" was playing. You could barely hear it over all the ruckus but the bass line was very clear. It also gave me the opportunity to point out a fact that I've recently been noting, Chris C's superior breath control as he sings. Rarely do you hear that end of the line gasp so many other singers do. I think it's a result of the songs being written with enough space between lyrics to allow for a leisurely intake of breath. OR it's just great mixing. Who's to tell? The man has got a great set of lungs I say.

Dinner was great...until my stomach started lodging complaints of course. The bat appears to be out of the attic. All's clear. Time to empty the dryer.

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:57 PM