December 29, 2005
Christmas Morning, hangovers be damned...
December 10, 2005
December 6, 2005
I crouch behind the out of place SUV and carefully lob a snowball over the road and right onto her clevage. She turns and curse me out but, shakes with that kind of face that one gives to a pathetic and badly behaved puppy dog. She can't stay angry for long. She turns smiling again. But I nail her again on her back and as she turns another sails through the air and hits her in the face.
And I run off gleefully slipping all over the place, laughing in between the scorse of people lauching themselves down the pavement and dodging the icey shrapnel of others.