Little Bill

At this time last year I was preparing for a wild night on the town, while daring to leave a Crazy Christian Internet Girl in my apartment all alone. I went out with Mike and Kate and my awesome roommate Steve.

I started a new job working from home, which took me to Las Vegas.

I’ve loved, I’ve lost, and I’ve loved again. Then I lost again.

I made a film, Went on a date and subsequently got my car towed and I discovered Ninja Mannequin Feet. I rode my bike all the way up and down Brooklyn.

I went swimming. My doctor recommend against getting tested for STDs. I got tested anyway. Clean!

Oh, and I was accused of being an axe-murderer. Okay, not quite. I paid off my college loans.

I quit the working-from-home job and started another one. Felt good about it, too.

I fell in love with my hometown again. And remembered the games we play. Photographed Mike and Karly’s wedding. Photographed Paul and Kari’s wedding.

I met The Slackmistress and her awesome husband BeTheBoy.

I turned thirty. And survived. Bet you didn’t have an opera singer sing you happy birthday. I broke my glasses and fell in love with eggrolls. All in the same blog entry.

I connected with strangers, had a not-so-great Thanksgiving, which was remedied by a nice Christmas. Also, I was reminded that Love IS Possible. Just maybe not for me. Or maybe it is. Much to reflect upon.

Drinks tonight with Mike and Kate!

2008 is upon us.