Secret Pop

Jan 1, 2003

Bottoms Up

Happy new year, gents and jerks. I failed to fulfill all of my obligations tonight, and for that, I feel like an heel. But I laughed a lot. And I've got that little sore throat that says I stayed out too late and didn't wear enough jacket. Last year, that turned into a month of death-defying illness. This year, I hope it will turn into a few days of soup and tea and a fresh start.

Cheers for kisses, however far from midnight they may fall.

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