The People's Exhibit A (davidology) wrote,
The People's Exhibit A

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Yet another auld lang syne

No doubt you're expecting a sappy entry about my year... things I'm thankful for, blah blah blah, ad nauseum. Well... no.

If you want sappy, you can turn on the radio and listen to "Same Old Lang Syne" being played for the billionth time to the oohs, aahs, and sighs of all around, as they comment on how sad and lovely this song is.

Met my old lover in the grocery store, the snow was falling Christmas Eve.
I stole behind her in the frozen foods, and I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first, but then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse, and we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand.
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment, as the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two, but couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store, and we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence. We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.
She said she'd married her an architect, who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie.

I said the years had been a friend to her, and that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the record stores, and that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly, but the traveling was hell.

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired, and running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out, and I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school, and felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned into rain

:tear: So sweet. So sad. So innocent.

Wake up, people! Don't let the soft music rob you of your senses! As far as I can tell, the bitch is a gold digger who married some dude for money and then drove home drunk — in the snow, for christ's sake! Now she's all sad and unhappy. That's not called sad, that's called "karma"! Seriously, there are entire episodes of "Cops" and "The Forensic Files" dedicated to themes like this.

But anywho... hope you all have a safe and happy new year. Happy 2004. Now let's go drink!

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