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, July 21, 2004

I guess one way to look at it is, it's better to start off on the wrong foot than to start with no feet at all.
 
Or something like that.
 
Not in the mood.  I can barely lift my eyes let alone my fingers.   Actually I am thinking of going to bed and letting loose a good cry.
 
My brother sent me an email today saying that my dad told him ON MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY...that he won't be going to his wedding in NC.  He's sending his sisters to represent him.  Now my brother is all worked up because he doesn't know if he was joking or not and if he was it was a really stupid way to bust his balls one month away from the event.
 
Now I need to call my father, investigate and of course be the voice of reason.
 
Michael's mom called us yesterday to tell us she's going to get a pace maker installed on Friday.  That was out of left field and I don't think either one of us has really wrapped our heads around it.
 
I have to fly to Boston on Sunday (and return that evening)...to an event featuring the male half of a recently defunct majorly high profile relationship, one half of a Lethal Weapon plus the "voice of *** News"...for some sort of forum and a VIP party. 
 
 I don't think that I have ever actually been to Cambridge before so that should be interesting.
 
Plus, I am thinking about skipping down the street saying, "Aaron FREAKIN Boone baby!"
 
And work related...I've gotten to the point that I have on average 6 meetings a day.  Some of which are double booked.  I'll have a new director soon.  A director who, yes started off on the wrong foot.
 
For example...while I was interviewing him somehow Fountains of Wayne came up.  Of course "That Song" comes into the conversation because that's all he knows.  I had to nip that in the bud so I promptly told him that that's one of my least favorite songs of all.  Then when I get the thank you card he sends me what does he say?  Yadda yadda yadda thank you, you're great, hope we get to work together and p.s. Stacy's Mom has got it going on.  I SWEAR TO GOD.  Okay, now I need to take direction from this person?  Did he not hear me say that I don't LIKE that song?  Did he quote a lyric about a MILF to me? 
 
He looks like Arthur from Six Feet Under and that thought of course will rest fitfully on my tongue.  Hopefully I won't say it out loud.
 
I am going to bed.  One more day, seven more meetings to go and I'm thinking of spending Friday laying on my back staring at the ceiling fan feeling sorry for myself.
 
 

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:06 PM