Please, like you've never kissed anybody a foot shorter than you are.
I don't know what you did, but I feel like for the first time in my life I did New Year's Eve (Silvester, here) up right. I watched fireworks in the cold, I drank champagne, and at midnight I was kissed by a tiny Austrian man with spiky hair.
2004 is so gonna be my year.
Thursday, January 01, 2004
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