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?)

Saturday, July 10, 2004

But she's friends with all for what it's worth. The lust just gets more down to earth. "Twisted", Fret Blanket

Just call me Norma Cook...or Meatloaflette...the three files below are a mix that I made almost ten years ago (the songs date it)...to product of good old cassettes and a girl with a sporadic thought process. It's so long I had to post it as three separate files.

Where'd the Meatloaflette comment come from? Well listening to it reminds me of "Paradise by the Dashboard Light".

Now that we have a stereo with tape deck in it I've been going through my old mix tapes. OH BOY! Tapes do not age well. The sound is crazy to say the least.

Anyway, I think I made this little effort of frustration over one of my breaks right about when I was just getting out of my Anal Retentive Boy Funk, before I fell into my brief Bad Boy Spill and just a shade prior to my Art Boy Dilemma.

And lest you think the quote above is a reference to my current relationships with those boys...it could not be further from the truth. When you're as intensely loyal a friend as me, well it's all or nothing. After the last major disappointment ('cause I am sucker and stick around giving them the benefit of the doubt)...but after the last burn the friendship falls away.

PART 1



PART 2




PART 3


posted by JustKeepMum on 12:38 PM