How long till next year?
"Three and a half minutes!"
Everything is rent.
No, seriously. Everything is Rent. AND IT IS FUCKING CRAZY.
"Circumstance? You padlocked our doooooo-oooor!"
*is giddy*
Now, Feather will stop making Rent connections just long enough to sing her traditional New Year's Eve song.
This Will Be My Year
by Semisonic
Thursday's crush is a Friday night rush
And a Monday morning cry
It's the tail that you keep chasing
And it gets away every time
New Years Eve and it's hard to believe
Another Zodiac's 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
Pound your fist and cross it off your list
But you know you're not that strong
When the man at the stop light catches you
Singing along to a brand new song
Well maybe it's
Trash or the overnight smash that brings a
Ship crashing through your wall
So you can make your grand departure
From a world getting way too small
One wheel in the ditch another
Spinning in the air
Put your pedal down to the floorboards but you're not
Getting anywhere
Then you tell yourself
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe
This will be my year
Play safe/Play hard tonight. Champagne was invented for a reason, people.
(Except it wasn't. A monk was making wine one day back in the middle ages and fucked up the process. When he took a sip, he gasped and said, "I am drinking stars!")
Drink some stars. Happy New Year.
Everything is rent.
No, seriously. Everything is Rent. AND IT IS FUCKING CRAZY.
"Circumstance? You padlocked our doooooo-oooor!"
*is giddy*
Now, Feather will stop making Rent connections just long enough to sing her traditional New Year's Eve song.
This Will Be My Year
by Semisonic
Thursday's crush is a Friday night rush
And a Monday morning cry
It's the tail that you keep chasing
And it gets away every time
New Years Eve and it's hard to believe
Another Zodiac's 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
Pound your fist and cross it off your list
But you know you're not that strong
When the man at the stop light catches you
Singing along to a brand new song
Well maybe it's
Trash or the overnight smash that brings a
Ship crashing through your wall
So you can make your grand departure
From a world getting way too small
One wheel in the ditch another
Spinning in the air
Put your pedal down to the floorboards but you're not
Getting anywhere
Then you tell yourself
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe
This will be my year
Play safe/Play hard tonight. Champagne was invented for a reason, people.
(Except it wasn't. A monk was making wine one day back in the middle ages and fucked up the process. When he took a sip, he gasped and said, "I am drinking stars!")
Drink some stars. Happy New Year.