New Year’s
So it’s 2003. And?
I’ve never quite understood what the big deal is. Okay, it’s a new year. Let’s booze it up! Is it one big excuse to get trashed? Seems like it to me. Hm, maybe I shouldn’t complain. We had a nice little party at my Mom’s house, and I had about 5 glasses of Sarocco and hung out with friends and family. I’m good with that.
Oh yeah, this is the first entry of 2003. By the way, I’m writing stuff from now on with PROPER CAPITALIZATION — it’s a mark of my maturity… or something. Or maybe it’s just easier to read. But yeah, enough of the all-lower case stuff.