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, August 11, 2004

I told a coworker yesterday that she needed to tell her client that when I couldn't have children because stress had rendered my ovaries useless that I was going to blame said client.


And I meant it.

posted by JustKeepMum on 2:12 PM