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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Monday, July 19, 2004

I've started a separate blog for any and all posts containing any references to Fountains of Wayne (for historical purposes).  The link is listed on the left hand side of the page or can be reached directly by visiting www.myfow.blogspot.com
 
I have at least another 30 or so to throw up there BUT I highly suggest checking out December 13th .   My heart flutters at the memory.
 
Now to my Monday rant...
This rant was going to be longer than this but here's the thing...I don't believe in re-editing this.  The whole creation of Little Squaw came about as a result of a suggestion by MLFOWF.  Thanks very much to him I ended up finally creating a place for my bottomless pit of commentary and a place in which to pour out anything that might pop into my head.
 
My head is full of things that have just popped in.  A vessel in which to store them (outside my cranium) is very much appreciated.
 
I have very little time to spend with my husband and the short amount of time I spend rattling off thoughts and ideas on into this space allows me to not subject him to numerous rants and raves about things he may not care to think about at the exact moment that I want to talk.
 
But you should know that he's my most loyal reader/support and fan.
 
So why the rant?  It was suggested by Loki and Gilly that I take some time to edit, a suggestion which came as a result of me questioning some of my content. 
 
While the suggestion is very much appreciated because we all want suggestions on how to improve ourselves, editing is what much of my work day consists of and when Little Squaw becomes a "job" that's when I'll quit.
 
This is coming from the girl who never kept a journal for more than three days because "she didn't like the how her handwriting looked".  I've written over 100 thousand words here.  Can you imagine how cluttered my mind would be if I'd kept them all inside?
 
Gert once told me that reading this was exactly like talking to me and my good friend Teeny told me today that if I went back and re-thought and re-edited this would cease to sound like me.
 
Like it or lump it my life is not "edited".  In fact sometimes I even stutter.
 
On a less ornery note...this is song I had stuck in my head and was thus singing in the car on my way home this evening.  Am I the only one who remembers it???
 
Here in hell's hammock just thinking up deviltry
Planet-wide panic's a hat that's so old
I'd rather write about her in my diary
Could she be mine without selling her soul
Dirty deeds from a demon seed
Don't excite me anymore
Is there one girl
Just one girl who says
 
I'm bigger than Jesus now
And I love her
I'm bigger than Jesus now
Up above her
I'm stage diving off the church of the holier than thou
And I'm bigger than Jesus now

He's got his uptight white virginal followers
I've got these metal chicks dumber than rocks
Dated one once but I hated the music
And all her ex-boyfriends were there on the bus
It's never good to be "understood"
By a girl in acid wash
And God only knows what it is that I really want I could ask but he's not the best confidant
Puts me down in the Biblical sense
In this basement apartment with hell-to-pay rent
There's one girl
Just one girl who says
 
I'm bigger than Jesus now
And I love her
I'm bigger than Jesus now
Up above her
I'm stage diving off the church of the holier than thou
And I'm bigger than Jesus now
 
Devil's Diary - The Caufields


posted by JustKeepMum on 10:05 PM