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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Monday, April 12, 2004

So we stayed up late late late to watch the Sopranos (for fear of hearing the plot on the radio prior to viewing...)...so I rolled out of bed to go to the girl doctor. It's no wonder women are not so sensitive about the doctor. You get there, you disrobe...she pokes around at your chest...you shimmy down on the table and there's a couple of pokes, some pushing on your pelvis and then it's all over. What's to be squeamish about?

So then I came back home...Gilly was still in bed and I crawled under the comforter (because not being under the sheets made it not going back to bed)...

We got library cards later in the day, eye doctor next. I could kill her. Why do you need to pay an additional $200 for a contact lense fitting??? We went to get new glasses. My eyes were super dilated which made me look way too creepy. Think large black dot surrounded by a thin green rim. So I found two sets of frames one super chunky rectangular number that managed to be purple, blue and pink all at the same time basically a very classic shape with a funky color combo and then a pair of floating bottomless frames with a thin pink metal top. So it came down to the conversation of was I wearing the frames or where they wearing me??? Meaning the larger frames as cute as they were they'd be what you would see first if I was coming while the smaller frames would allow you to see my eyes. I got the smaller ones because as much fun as the other pair was and as much as I would have loved to have worn them they were similar to what I've been wearing for two years. Such is life.

Our waiter this evening at the restaurant we ate in...which happens to be in lovely Wayne, NJ...well he looked exactly like Adam from Fountains of Wayne. It was errie. Though he didn't have what Gilly calls a smarmy look or a mono brow which Gill also says that Adam has. (I tend to disagree...I think Adam looks much better now that he's not sporting the Carson Daly tight haircut that he had circa Utopia...)

And I am tired. Going to sleep.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:18 PM