In lieu of some worthless resolution I'll forget about next week, here are some things I'm looking forward to in 2007:
- The return of Lost, The Shield and 24
- Yankees winning the World Series (c'mon, it's been 6 years)
- Maybe, actually having a boyfriend
- Going to see some live music
- Travel to far-off exotic lands (hey, I'll settle for Pittsburgh)
- Better health, better attitude
- A happier work environment
- Peace, love and understanding throughout the world (a girl can dream right?)
Here's hoping at least one of these things will happen.
Things that definitely sucked in 06:
1. Realizing I'm getting older, not better
2. The death of Edgar Stiles
3. Poop
4. Yankees not winning the World Series
5. Total and complete hatred of job
6. Hemorroids
7. Steroids
8. Fat pants being too small
9. Not anything even close to resembling a love life
10. Being to fucking depressed to finish this list
Lists. This time of year everyone's making lists. Lists of things to do, places to go, people to see. The best and the worst. The top 10. In the spirit of this list-making season, here's my list, in no particular order, of why 2006 wasn't the worst year ever.
1. The Wire
2. The Office
3. Ambien
4. Still have the ability to laugh at myself and others
5. Chien Ming Wang
6. Affordable cashmere
7. Rosanne Cash
8. The Mets didn't win the World Series, neither did the Red Sox
9. The kitties
10. The kiddies
The good news is that my hatred of the job has totally overridden my hatred of the December holidays.
Back to work tomorrow -- bah! humbug!
In honor of one of my favorite movies being on TV tonight I bring you...
Something Good
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood,
Perhaps I had a miserable youth.
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must've been a moment of truth.
For here you are, standing there,
Loving me.
Whether or not you should.
So, somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
So here you are standing there loving me
Whether or not you should
So, somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth...
...Or childhood
I must have done something...
...Something good.
If this job was my husband I'd want a divorce. With lots of alimony.
The people upstairs are having a party and are being quite rowdy. Like pounding on the walls and blasting the music really loud rowdy. This has been going on all day and I'm hoping that they (soon) realize it's Sunday night and that tomorrow is a work day.
The niece's boyfriend broke up with her (again) the other night. My heart breaks for the pookster. 'Cause I know there's nothing I can say or do that's gonna make her heart stop aching.
I've just watched 2 weeks worth of General Hospital today, I'm pretty much Luke & Laura-ed out. There's shit on TV & I'm bored.
I had a great couple days off but tom'w it's back to the hellhole. I can't think about it too much otherwise I'll just drive myself crazy with dread.
Which all leads up to this....
Sundays by Lucinda Williams
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day of the week I feel alright
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes
But how come that's the day I always get the blues
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
Ever since you had to go I just carry on
But deep down inside I know there's something wrong
And I don't know why
I don't know why
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I'm still here!
Another fun and exciting week has passed! And for once I'm not being sarcastic.
Went out with a bunch of friends the other night!
Yesterday had lunch with these cutie pies!
Today I'm hanging out, enjoying my day off.
It was March 1984 and we were living in an apt. in Oak Cliff, Texas. One day we had a fight and I decided to leave him and go home. I called my parents to tell them I was coming back. That's when I found out that my grandmother had died. Since Steve & I didn't have a phone in the apt. our phone conversations were very limited. The main source of communication was the U.S. Postal Service. In the end I went back to him and the life we were trying to build together.
Behold the new love of my life. Is it that pathetic that all I can think about is going home and slipping these babies on? 
I came home last night very tired and a little tipsy, watched a few minutes of the boob tube and quickly headed into dreamland. When I awoke this morning and checked out the goings-on of the hot stove league I was very surprised (and happy) to find out this wasn't a dream. Welcome home Andy.
Will the torture ever end? Will they just keep piling totally stupid bullshit work on me until I collapse in a blathering heap? Or until I just leave and never come back? Maybe one day I'll get up from my cubicle (oh how I miss having my own office, own window, own door), take one of the 10,000 media kits I just assembled and shove it up the ass of one of the bitchiest/patronizing/phoniest/brown-nosing bitches I have ever met.
I'm really trying to hold on until I can get something else but it gets harder every day.
Happy 22nd Birthday to my dear sweet pooky. I couldn't imagine these last 22 years without you.
When I first heard this song, back in the day, that line just grabbed me. I was young so I didn't really understand what it meant, but something about the way that she said it, was so sad. When I got older, and really got what she was singing about, it made me love this song even more.
That's The Way I've Always Heard It Should Be - Carly Simon
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call "Sweet dreams"
But I forget how to dream
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me, we'll marry
My friends from college they're all married now
They have their houses and their lawns
They have their silent noons
Tearful nights, angry dawns
Their children hate them for the things they're not
They hate themselves for what they are
And yet they drink, they laugh
Close the wound, hide the scar
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me, we'll marry
You say that we can keep our love alive
Babe, all I know is what I see
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds
But soon you'll cage me on your shelf
I'll never learn to be just me first by myself
Well O.K, it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
You want to marry me, we'll marry(Marry)
