Saturday, Jan. 01, 2005 - 5:23 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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A Good Start to the New Year
Hmm, do NOT give me huge bars of chocolate. I'll just eat more faster. It is like the gummy bear overdose... do you know that they sell like six pound bags of gummibears at Costco?? And the more you have the more you eat faster. urp.
Happy New Year people! Happy New Year to regular wenchie readers and denizens of diaryland. Those who laugh at my stupid jokes, and sympathise with my measly mishaps, those who share their ups and downs as well as those who got here by google and will be off again in a moment to never come back. I wish for you all the best for 2005... new awakenings, appreciation of the achieved, new acquaintances and harmony and love with those we already have, health and fresh air, (cigarettes for the rest of you) and cool water.
ya ya, of COURSE I got the bike unlocked... it is melting to beat the band out there, and you know the band is on crack so it's quite warm. So much for the white Christmas. We are now in watery January.
So, yes, the streets are actually the only really passible walkable surfaces with all the ice. Watch out for potholes. They are HUGE!! Anyhews, great conditions for biking.
I made it to the party 12 minutes to midnight... it was the old F*etish Cafe gang... I realize how those people had become my life... all those faces I know. Other than musicfest and parties with school or workchums I don't think I have ever been in a party where I know so many faces. Lots of hugs and hellos.
Had a beer and dancing, some cheese and singing, more dancing, a revelation, nice words, a hug or two. Lots of chin chin.
Went to Motorcycle Boy's party afterwards (around 2:30 am)... I walked with a friend from the first party. Big hugs. Another beer. Dancing. more hugs. Hello hello more friends. more dancing. NIce words. Another revelation. A toke. wee bit more dancing.
OOPS! a bad idea the toke. zzzzzzzzz
Byebye to Motorcycle boy, with some energy play. Nice words.
A good night. A good start to the new year.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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