We're taking our time getting ready to go out, partly because I feel like moderate crap, and partly because the party we're going to is a few blocks away. I'm wearing this top: [link] in royal blue, and The Boy is wearing leather pants.
He wins. (And might possibly be evil, if I remember my leather pants chart correctly.)
GAH. He just walked out, and he looks so good in those pants, I can't even tell you. I feel like I'm 15 and squeeing over a cute boy.
Now he's walking around the house giving the pets treats, telling them Happy New Year!
That's a pretty hot top your own damn self.
And what color are the leather pants? It's important. Because if they're black, and I bet they are, he's evil.
GAH. He just walked out, and he looks so good in those pants, I can't even tell you. I feel like I'm 15 and squeeing over a cute boy.
Awwwww, that's the sweetest thing. I think that you should totally live in sin (or otherwise) with those that make you catch your breath and squee.
Ah, NYE, the night of random ass text messages.
Yay D's coming to a party with me (he never does) and he's got the best Hawaiian shirt evar!
I just got home from a party. We were in someone's apartment for a while, and that was fun, but then we went to a bar and it was just too many people for me, so I left. Now watching the Times Square stuff on TV.
Hello to the Future! Happy New Year for them that's already in it!