January 1, 2005

2005

And so it begins.

I think Jason has acquired my cold after braving a New Year kiss, despite my sniffles. 2005: The Year of Commisery? There's no one I'd rather share my Kleenex and orange juice with.

2004 was good while it lasted. A new year feels about right.

1 Comments:

Wil said...

2005 shall be the year of Love.

Maybe.

12:30 AM  

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