Last of '05

Dear Byron,

This year, don't get so drunk you don't know which end is up and call me. You know, like you did last year.

This New Years Eve I'm planning on staying up until midnight, in my snowed in party for two (well, three. There's the dog.)

I have started drinking. I had a bottle of "x-rated" something or other fruity pink stuff my mom bought me for Christmas. It's really girly and orangy, and good and going to my head and making me feel warm and making my boyfriend look really good which means I'm probably going to be greeting '06 doing things I'm not going to tell you about.

Happy New Year!