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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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

My highlight of the day was probably arguing about serving mimosas at a winner/client spa party thingy where some of the people would be under 21. My point being that if you have to tell anyone that they can't have something you shouldn't be offering it at all. PLUS I am still irked at this vendor for allowing mimosas to be served at my primarily underage party even after I had specifically said, "NO ALCOHOL." I don't care if the restaurant comped them and put virgin pitchers on the table as well. The fact that I found out later that several kids got tanked under my supervision is unacceptable.

Just call me Kill Joy.

And because I can barely keep my eyes open and I really don't think that anyone deserves to hear me rant about my day I will make this short. I must honestly admit that I was noticeably "grumpy" or not as "sunshiny" as usual today.

I realize that I appear to have implied or stated that all blonde men leave me cold. That is false, though it's certainly true for Beck. And while I hate it when he has his bleached blonde Billy Idol hair I remain a constant fan of Chris C who is as blonde as they get. Bah! So as a penance I've included one of those crazy blurry pictures from the Roseland show which while distorted is rather touching, yes? I wonder what he's thinking don't you?

As such I am titling it, "A Memory In Motion" and that makes it art.


posted by JustKeepMum on 11:07 PM