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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Thursday, October 07, 2004

It's official...I've reached an age where people just say, "Happy Birthday!" not "Happy Birthday! How old are you this year?"

Either they know that I am too old to tolerate a question like that or the people who've found out that it's my birthday are too polite/mature to ask.

I am going to be happy today!

posted by JustKeepMum on 1:57 PM