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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Long time no Squaw.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
YAY!!! Tomorrow evening I have to play the designated driver for a tipsy Gilly and his British work related pal due to an expensed dinner in the city where I'll need to drive.

That means that I just wiggled my way out of another work related activity based on my marital obligations and the fact that I saw my husband less than 9 total waking hours this weekend and damn it I missed him.

URGH.

Fountains of Wayne catastrophy on Tuesday, mark my words.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:49 PM