01.02.06 :: 9:30 am
The Ryan & Sundaygirl Diet began yesterday wherein we have removed starches and various other bloat-making food items and it was so fucking hard ordering mesclun instead of home fries at brunch the other day, but it needs to be done. On Friday I went out with my girls Ruby and Trixie T., and we had many cocktails and talked about men and listened to good music. Will the agony ever cease. Anyway, New Year's Eve was a mellow, lovely affair. Lemur came over and he and Ryan played video games and we had 7 & 7's and watched a marathon of "making the band 3" (because I just can't have enough diddy in my life) and then it was midnight and Dick Clarke was all stroked out and creepy and about to die on camera and then the fireworks started going off right over Prospect Park, like a block from our bedroom window and we rushed over and watched all the colors exploding in front of our faces and then Stoosh-dog peed on the floor because she was was so freaked out and you know what? and honestly I can't wait. for everyone.
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