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 13, 2004

So tired. Went to dinner with Gilly's British vendor/co-worker with intent
to get him to drink and loosen up.

Much loosening was done, via Tai beer and tall fruity drinks. We almost had
an international incident when a waitress gave him the backwards victory
sign (more on that later).

I am very good at getting men to talk. I think it's called overpowering
them with charm and questions. Or maybe it's a heavy layer of sass which
tends to throw of people who aren't New York/East Coast Metro types.

We imported very bad London weather for his pleasure and I got to drive
home.

Fountains of Wayne downtown today. My former intern is going with me. YAY!


posted by JustKeepMum on 9:49 AM