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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Thursday, May 13, 2004

I was sitting at my desk at around 6:30PM after a marathon conversation regarding ticket allocations and me calling several people under duress to investigate their neglect to return my call from earlier in the day. THE NERVE! God forbid they actually get the information that I requested before they call me back. But I called them because my guest wouldn't leave my office otherwise.

All of a sudden my arms felt too heavy to lift and my head felt like all the blood had drained to the bottom of my feet. I was not quit dizzy but a little light headed. I guess that the most bizarre thing was the fact that my arms felt so very heavy and like I had been lifting weights. Perhaps it was a small mental collapse or a sign that it was time to go home. Either way it was enough to make me call one of my friends and ask her to walk with me to the bus station because I felt bad enough to worry.

When I got on the bus I was overwhelmed by the scent of cherry car freshener. A smell which while intense was suprisingly pleasant. It took me back to when I was little and when cherry was the air freshener found in the cars of the badish boys who the girls at the back of the bus used to date (the really bad boys had coconut or vanilla and the old men had pine). But back to the girls, you know the girls with the feathered hair, the tight jeans and the inappropriately loud voices and eyeshadow? The girls who thought I was adorable because I was so tiny and cute and blonde. Once upon a time I was tiny and cute and blonde. I have to imagine that I was sassy and my former New Joisey accent amped up my cuteness. Now I am just slightly blonde, very much sassy and tired.

G'Night
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:08 PM