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, June 09, 2004

Gilly's still at work. My brother just called me to ask me to do a reading in his wedding. Tomorrow is Thursday and I don't have to work on Friday (short of one conference call). I am figuring we'll watch the official Reagan funeral together. Isn't it on Friday?

Did you know that Reagan never ever ever took his jacket off in the Oval office? Because it was "work"? And to think what Clinton did there!

Don't call me a prude. I practically had Bruce Willis dragging me home by the hair and technically I was in LA for "work". No prude am I.

I'll post that story when I am less tired.

The whole audio option on Blogger is very very tempting. I still have the voice note on my cell phone from the original Fountains of Wayne "We'd like to dedicate this song to the lady in the home made t-shirt." Meaning me babbling into the phone recaping exactly what occurred so that I could convey the whole thing to everyone who dare bump into me within the 48 hours post event. I listened to it on the bus today but honestly I sound like, well I sound like me at my hyper worst. I am thinking my voice is too personal for Blogger. Not certain.

Gert/Loki/Gilly would you like to make a sound?

BAH! I am going to bed.

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:20 PM