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?)

Saturday, March 20, 2004

loki: There were no pedestals in this film. And for a coming of age film, you need people to be pushed off pedestals!

As pulled from Loki's partnered review of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights on popgurls.com

Oh little Loki, sometimes girls with handles like Squaw and Gimlet get pushed off their fandom pedestals as well. But 2004 is supposed to be the year of the "cog" as in I recognized that I am indeed a cog in the Fountains of Wayne fame machine...I found a newish Fountains of Wayne website which is filled to the rim complete with a message board...and while it makes me sad. It provokes me enough to point out that a. the man who runs it has no job, two degrees and a wife with a website devoted to some sort of romance novel series...additionally I can point out gaps in his timelines.

Perhaps the most comforting of all...the people lamenting "the canceled Letterman show" on said board will never know my pain or be able to rant about a loss as large as mine, as in..."if you think that was bad, how about being in the audience (with a great seat no less) when it happened???"

I wear my battle scars with pride. Additionally I can proudly boast that in the course of one week I saw them twice and interviewed Adam.

Blah blah blah.

To add insult to injury I have a consistent pain in my side which I can only suspect is a kidney stone (or an alien). I just wish it would get bad enough to warrent me taking pain pills.

I am going to mope at Target. No really. This whole thing has bumbed me out. Bumbed me out enough to not want to watch the three DVD's of comped Fountains of Wayne footage that I have in my bag.

If you don't hear back from me assume either a. I died of a broken heart, b. I died of a blocked ureter or c. I am floating away on a pain pill induced cloud.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:35 AM