[(Copypasta'd from Sforzato's thread so I can look at replies without hearing that ear grating music)] My New Years Eve was perfect. Cuddling with my best friend and losing my Doctor Whoginity to the Christmas Invasion before going to dinner with her and my folks, then dropping her off at home, ending with a hug where I nearly lost my balance and fell on her because I was so into the moment and oh why didn't I just let myself fall I'm such an idiot. Okay, it would have been perfect if I hadn't realized how much more perfect it would have been if I had fallen.
Oh yeah, you can't post these kinds of threads anymore, huh? It's going to be quieter in the spamzone for now on...
Lol. Anyway, if you'd fallen into the mud while she was wearing a white dress or something then that would have been a perfect end to the year.
Dude. Dude. Why dude? My life is over. Pfft, no. I played a game that doesn't suck. Pfft, no. I'm not THAT mean.
Always something we regret not doing(although regretting not falling down is new). My new years ended at a party my friend and I were stranded at due to her cousin needing to get to his GF before midnight, twas a very romantic "he almost crashed his car into her mailbox and left us in the car." moment. Then after being called Harrison Ford by many a drunk individual I got a hug and peck outa my friend at midnight. This was after driving through downtown Atlanta and almost getting pulled over by the cops barreling down the interstate. Wonderful memories.
