On new years , I was supposed to be in Victoria with my bike gang, but illness left me unable to travel and too unpleasant for smooching. I was able to attend this mostly because I slept through 90% of the preceding day. And Court taught me how to make delicious steak, which was delicious with asparagus.
This is story of my new years, in pictures. It was at Gary's, who lives here again, which is fantastic. I didn't see rock band, but that was a big part of the night, and I played blokus with Fiona and Scott and Court after everyone went home ,and that was great. It's the german-est game ever.
I was like, a half second too late on this one. grrr.
At this point I was too drunk, and stopped using the viewfinder.
I had a pretty bad case of the Christmas lonely's this year. I don't usually feel that bad about being single, but sometimes it gets to me. This year that happened. I feel it the hardest when I listen to the new Feist album, which sounds like the way a girls head feels resting on your shoulder when you dance slowly. It sounds like sunday afternoon waffles in a tank top and panties. That might sound a bit desperate , but screw you guys, I have the christmas lonely's there's no cure in sight.
nobody to kiss.
