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The New Year was celebrated in bed being very frustrated that my damn body doesn't listen to me.
Managed to get off eventually, though, but I doubt it was as romantic as T wanted it to be, me cussing like a sailor and bitching. And afterwards, the regular post-sex hostility with me trying to kick him in the chest to get him to leave me alone and kissing me and saying 'happy new years' over and over. Fuckin' men.
Happy New Years!