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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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

HE'S A RACCOON!

So I was waiting at a light today on my way home when the the following thought occurred to me,"It's entirely unnecessary for me to like everyone."

Pretty simple, yes?

One might also apply the same theory to ones self and say, "It's entirely unnecessary for everyone to like me."

Which probably would be a hard thing for anyone to swallow. But I think that liking is not nesc. but "Everyone must think that I am good at what I do." That's something that's nescessary for my mental health. That and Gilly and Edgar and Freddie and specific friends and family and music and ice cream and chocolate and apples and cute shoes.

Even more simple, correct?

One of my friends made us reservations for lunch at The Ivey next Saturday. Ooooh la la. I also want to go to Pink's as well. We'll see if that happens. Have digital camera, will shoot photos for blog.

I think I'll go apply some high octane cream to my chin and call it a night. I can't be all spotty when I walk amoung the "golden gods" next week now can I?

And last but not least the following lyric is constantly stuck in my head,

I don't need no one to tell me about heaven
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sunset and I perceive

It's Live and apparently the name of the song is "Heaven". I checked out their official "Friends of Live" website and Ed Kowalczyk looks a wee bit heavier (which is a good thing) and let's hope he's a wee bit less uptight. I'll never forget the fact that I was supposed to get a Lemonheads show and instead I got Live my Freshman at SHU. URRRGHHH. I guess it's hard to feel warm and fuzzy about the son of a legal secretary who wrote a song about his home town called, "Shit Town". That's rough by anyone's standards.

OH and a final comment I mentioned a subscription to "Ranger Rick" today when discussing possible gifts for a child who lives in a house with no books and Gilly said, "Ranger Rick? The man with a big dick?" WHY must he ruin what little happiness I have from my childhood? Isn't enough that he grew up in a house with no financial woes and parents who didn't try to kill each other? HUH?



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posted by JustKeepMum on 9:22 PM