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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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Okay I am crawling out of my funk.

I switched it up a bit.

So yesterday I was home. Because home is where I be when I take the day off to lounge. Well the phone rings and Gilly refuses to pick it up b/c it's some sort of sales person.

So there I am struggling on the couch working on my Matthew Sweet review.

The phone rings again but I am not near a phone with caller ID, so I leap out off the couch to get to the phone outside the kitchen.

I'd put a stop to the damn solicitor one way or another.

But the caller ID gave me a name not a company. I picked it up and said hello and all I heard was, "MY NAME" spoken in a slow souther drawl.

I respond back with a tart, "To whom am I speaking?"

Come to find out it was one of the Real World kids I worked with a couple of weeks ago. Which was weird b/c I didn't give them my home number. I am guessing that I must have returned a call from home at one point and they caught it on THEIR caller ID.

INTERESTING.

Oh, yeah and I made meatloaf for dinner which is certainly a sign of the apocalypse because as a child I doth protest much the consumption of meatloaf. But for the record, my twenties have afforded me the ability to make a mean meatloaf.

AND during dinner Gilly said, "After we eat the meatloaf we can go watch 'Meat Lovers'!"

UGH.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:48 PM