Nov 27, 2005 20:33
I'm back. For good. I'm all yours and yours and yours, baby.
No more marching band ever agian. Less that stellar finale, but all in all a better year than anyone imagined. I'm sure I'll be sad when I get over the unadulturated joy I felt when I realized that Mary Ann Sickon no long has a strangle hold on my life.
Philly/New York was a trip to top all trips. Ex-boyfriend and Leighann O'connor now top the list of people that you, my beloved alternate friends, may publically ostrasize in any way you feel applicable. Details will follow.
But man, those New Yorkers aren't kidding about their cheesecake. Heeeaven.
Call me. Every single one of you. I shall put on my thick plastic glasses and meet you individually at a trendy coffee shop and tell you worldly stories of the big cit-tay and listen to where ever your tangents lead you. Except I don't drink coffee, but I like the smell a lot.