just an hour ago, i had this fantabulous, magnificent telephone conversation with jillian, one of my primary sch best friends. love you, partner. it's been 6 yrs since we've had the opportunity to talk tt much (or at all?). it definitely wasn't easy for us to squeeze the 6 yrs of exciting anecdotes into tt half hour on the phone, but wat was amazing was how we could still click so well. it was amazing, our conversation; like it all came so naturally. it has suddenly occured to me tt i sound like i'm describing some night of great sex or something. ok. i should stop here ya? ok.

new years eve was... i dunno, i don't seem to have any outstanding feelings regarding it, except tt tt morning offered more hints. but anyway, i was asking myself and some friends: so wat's to celebrate bout the new year? if the first day of the new yr was a diff day (than the one it actually was), would there be a difference? do you follow or is this all too strange for you? i guess it's one of my theories where pple either get it, or they just think i'm nutty.

anyway, spoiler statements aside... mt. faber was good i guess. it was a different way to usher in yet another year of random watnot. (i use watnot cos it's not too deceiving nor too ominous). so ya, i'm still living, laughing and now, loving again, so i guess it's a good start ya? yah.