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, June 17, 2004

I am like the wayward blogger, moaner, whiner, whatever...mostly because well there's no love floating around the Squaw world.

That damn certification certificate is going up here. Oh, make that two Gil passed another test today. Whose the bestest husband genius in the world? None other than my Gilly.

I've never ever, ever, ever watched an episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (I consider the premise demeaning and guilty of perpetuating stereotypes) but I am hooked on Blowout. It's so bad it's good. It's also a perfect explanation as to why I cannot maintain a long term relationship with a hairdresser.

Is it wrong for me to think that Patrick Fugit is cute? Probably.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:31 PM