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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Friday, May 21, 2004

So the 110% girl didn't say one word about her concerns to me today. Insert "passive agressive" here.

I couldn't worry about it. I had too much to do. About mid day I realized that I was working on a budget of about $1.6 million dollars. EEK EEK and double EEK.

I didn't eat lunch. No time no time! However a funny thing happened to me. I was leaning into my monitor squinting at the teeny tiny budget numbers in the excel document and I just hit the sides of my head with the palms of my hands in exasperation. Well just when I did it, the EVP of EVERYTHING walked by my office and saw me do it! I heard her say, "Oh, ***! It can't be that bad!" as she walked by and I said, "Oh, geez. You weren't supposed to see that!"

Then the VP of all our M brands walked by and literally stared into my office. I think he may have been awestruck by my tower of terror constructed of yellow folders. Who can tell. But having all the "suits" on the floor on a Friday afternoon made us much nervous.

When I got home (after having a man in a suit who had definately drank a lot of beer last night sat next to me on the bus and almost fell asleep on my shoulder...ick) Gilly and I went out to dinner and since I had no lunch we ordered an appetizer which we never get because it appears to be too massive...the guy was giving Gilly a speech "we just about have every kind of beer in a bottle here." So Gill orders a Yuengling and guess what? They were out. And as Gilly would say, "It all started to go downhill when he stopped writing things down..."

The appetizer never came. ERRRRR.


When we got home we found a MASSIVE brown spider (Gilly thinks it was poisoness but now it's dead) on the floor of the basement and now I am very very nervous that one of the monkeys will get bit and die.

And last but not least, why oh why do all my cute red shoes butcher my feet? Literally they carve chunks out of them. Why? Why? Why???

The song in my head probably brought on by 110%...

I don't own you but I know you're mine
Never disown you, never treat you unkind

But once in a while, you get on my nerves
Once in a while, you get what you deserve
I need you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time

If I asked you what's on your mind
Would you say me, would they be thoughts unkind

But once in a while, I'm not myself
Once in a while, I think you're someone else
I want you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time

Let's move in together
Happily ever after

I can't touch you but you feel so f*cking fine
Let's just stay like this and waste some more time

Once in a while, you get in my way
Once in a while, you know I've got to say
I love you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time

99% of the Time - Soul Asylum
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:07 PM