I know you want it. The New Year's Kiss.
Sure you do. And who wouldn't? What better way to start off a new year than with a nice, passionate kiss (or wet and sloppy—or however you like 'em)?
December 2002
Archived Entries from this Month
The New Year's Kiss
December 29th, 2002Santa Claus
December 22nd, 2002Santa is real. Oh, sure he is.
He's the one who eats all of the cookies and milk. He's the one who put those all those presents under the tree. Who else could do it?
The proof is in my childhood. I never told my parents what I wanted. My Mom would ask me, "What did you ask Santa for this year?"
I'd tell her, "I told him to get me Megatron or Optimus Prime!"
Guys Are Stupid
December 15th, 2002"Guys are so stupid. I hate men."
I sighed. "You're the third girl this week I'm hearing this from."
"Well," she shifted in her seat, "that's 'cuz we're all right."
"Okay." I cleared my throat and placed my arms on the table. "Tell me why you think we're all so stupid."
Peeing With a Star
December 8th, 2002"Who do you think they are?" I asked.
We studied the two guys who spilled out of the limo. They had long hair, hard rock T-shirts (one of them said "Motley Crue"), and the whole hard rock ensemble (black outfits, metal chains, boots, etc).
"I don't know," said Geraldine. "You're the heavy metal guy, you should know."
A Trip Through Nostalgia
December 1st, 2002The rustle shuffle crunch of the leaves. The smoky oaky smell of fireplaces. The brisk sharp chill of the air.
Ah. It's a wonderful life here in New York during Thanksgiving.
