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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Sunday, June 20, 2004

It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to...

So as per my post last night, one of my friends in Chicago was a the Hard Rock Hotel when Fountains of Wayne strolled in. He was going to try to chat them up.

Well, I just got home (after narrowly missing being hit by a hot air balloon landing across the street from the Polar Cub I have pictures...), well I get home and I have a message from him saying that "He got to hang out with them for quite a bit."

I feel like my heart has been broken. It sounds immature but it makes sense. I know, I know...2004 is the year of when I accept that I am a "cog" in the great big Fountains of Wayne fame machine. But all I've ever wanted was to be acknowledged as the mega fan that I am. That and for them to play, "I Know You Well" just once in concert.

Neither of which are ever going to happen. It's even more painful because he's not really much of a fan. It's unfair.

I am hormonal. I am alone (Gilly's back in the hotel). And I have to go to work tomorrow and do things that I dread doing.

I know that Gilly thinks that I am being silly.

I feel like crying. Now I am going to go down to the pit to lay on the couch and pout, like the ornery poor sport that I am.


posted by JustKeepMum on 8:22 PM