Last day of the year. I need to do a year-in-review or re-cap, especially for the last few months. December alone has been marred by exploritory sex, disappointing trips to Ft. Lauderdale, and fickle, flakey men.

Goodbye 2003, you won't be missed. Here's to 2004 - I feel it will really be my year. Ok, now that I've declared that, watch I'm struck and killed tonight (I hope not - someone knock on a woody for me).