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happy new year, mein peachlings. i hope yours was as lovely as mine.

though i failed to acheive my goal of remaining awake long enough to see the sun (i think we made it to something like 5...but this being winter, sunrise didn't happen until something like...i don't know. ten.), i did:

1. get to prance about in a fabulous strapless silk dress.

2. get my party on with my nearest and dearest.

3. annihilate an entire roll of film, half of which are mystery pictures (i handed over the camera to one of my friends, and he disappeared with it for about twenty minutes. i can't wait to see the fifteen he's wrought)

4. kiss the person i wanted to at midnight. as well as find out that he seems to be almost universally disliked by my friends. that should be interesting.

5. get kissed twice by someone else. pleasantly. weirdly. and confusingly. but you know. not entirely on the bottom of my list of people who are allowed to randomly kiss me without getting an injunction filed against them.

6. get a promise for a ride on a motorcycle, once procured.

7. basically get to strut around and be fabulous with my breck-girl partner in crime and the rest of the usual suspects.

so, all in all, a lovely evening. though we didn't get off drama-free (we couldn't be that lucky), it was a great party, and a better new year's than i've had in ages.

up next...the yearly roundup of media, madness and all that stuff, inspired by this one, who is also my hero for ending the seemingly endless quest.

kiss kiss and happy new year! may your 2003 be worlds better than 2002.