January 1st, 2004

A whirring noise to sound like the wind!

Best. New Years. Ever.

Or.. maybe it's just the best one I can remember. Just drunk enough not to wake up wrecked. A magical box full of beer. Trampolining would have been better if I could remain upright. Conversations about art, the joys of being a homeowner, and boneless stuffed sausages. Clothes that smell like burning wood. Shenanigans in the form of a phone.

This morning, sword-wielding love children of Liberace and Set.
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