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 05, 2004

Sad sad sad sad week. For many reasons most of which are selfish on my part.

"This ain't where I'm supposed to be emotionally at this age."

Though to give myself credit, the week around my birthday I tend to allow myself to be self indulgent. I figure I've earned it, what with never murdering anyone and all.

Plus the plung into fall with its skeletal chill and the awkward transition from spring/summer clothing to fall/winter clothing puts me in a funk.

This is as funky as it gets. The first week of October is a "hold on to my ankles" kind of week.

It doesn't help that I also feel physically uncomfortable. Fall/winter clothing is not easy for a short/busty person such as I. Maybe if I was short, busty and fairly thin things would be a tad bit easier, but alas that is not meant to be.

The good thing about the change? Corduroy!

Oh, and with my birthday on Thursday I can start the count down to menopause. Less than 20 years away if my mother and her mid-late 40's transition going to play out in my ovaries.

UGH.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:09 AM