well, its new year's day
and i have listened to every rock song that i know that has the new year's theme to it.
they fill my head with the idea that this day is somehow more significant than the others.
the same way they convinced me to believe that last night was supposed to be the most fun of all 2003.
i was supposed to be contemplative and nostalgic.
i was supposed to make resolutions.
i was supposed to kiss a girl at midnight.
instead i watched every kevin smith film ever made;
stood unsocially in the kitchen at two different parties;
and screamed like a little girl when the clock struck twelve.
so, it wasnt the most romantic or traditional of new year's eve celebrations.
but dang, kevin smith has made some killer films.
10:17 a.m. - 2004-01-01
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