Sunday, January 2, 2011

2011

Perhaps I should have spent the eve of the new year sleeping soundly, recovering from a bug...but instead I found myself dancing in dirty confetti, eating lunchables, and sharing the story of my first pant-crap at age twenty-six with both old friends and virtual strangers. (There is no doubt in my mind that 2011 will be the best year yet.)



Get weird.

2 comments:

Bob said...

I liked those confetti pictures, pretty rockin!
Also I gotta find me a Gaga-like lady and that will be goo goo ga ga over me. Maybe I should add that to the 2011 list too.

lindsi said...

thanks! it mostly happened that way without realizing, and then i thought it would be cool if they all were women so i looked up the rest.it worked out good