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


Go Ahead Punk: E-Mail Little Squaw @ squawpunch@hotmail.com

AIM: gimletgurl7 (Remember when she used to be here?)

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

First of all I'd like to wish a Happy Happy Birthday to my big brother!

He who will always have a cooler name than I.
He who will always have much nicer eyelashes than I.
He who introduced to the much of the music that allowed me to dismiss the
idea that I needed to only like what was readbly available in our little
northern Maine town (both in music and boys).
He who will always be over a foot taller than I.
And most importantly he who will always be four, count ‘em FOUR, glorious
years older than I (and until October technically five)!

Top Three Amusing things seen while walking into work today (in order of
appearance):

1. An off white and sparkly gold (immaculately maintained) hearse circa 1970
something. Most definitely being used for non corpse related transportation
and it reminded me of two things…the fact that my dad used to drive a hearse
for fun (while wearing a top hat and looking very much like a cross between
John Lennon and Jesus with his wire rims and long hair) and for some reason
it reminded me of the fact that Neil Young drove down from Canada in a
hearse in the ‘60’s.

2. A boy in a “I Y’am what I Y’am” t-shirt.

3. A very tan, clean shaven man in a white shirt and tie driving a silver
Chrysler and bouncing his head (or more tilting his head and shoulders
forward) to Yeah! By Usher. More specifically to the following part of the
song,

But what I do - know, is the way she dance
Make shorty alright wit me
The way's she's Getting Low!!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for me
She asks for one more dance, and I'm like yeah
How the hell am I supposed to leave?

It's going to be a better day than yesterday.



posted by JustKeepMum on 4:28 PM