thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


December 23, 2009

Catching up

I have a feeling that my original and then dropped plans for last year's new year's eve will be inevitable this year. Just in case, please remind me to buy a bottle of Jack Daniels, shrimps, nachos and cookies. Need to buy wine as well, but somehow I feel it would be a very good opportunity to open that expensive wine I was given months ago.

12:51 PM

 

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well that ain´t bad, not bad at all, right?
But what happend to the previous plan?

L.Chatterley

23/12/09 17:20  
Blogger João Campos said...

Some things changed around here, and that made some people's plans change. Besides, I work the whole day on the 31st, so going back to my homeland is out of question. Still. I do have here a special beer, a special wine, great music and movies - if nothing else comes up, or if I don't feel like doing anything else, it might as well be the best new year's eve ever :)

23/12/09 19:04  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I sent a mail to all my contacts and you're there. But this is more personalized ;)

Merry Xmas and may your new year be 1000 times better than the one that's passing

kiss & hug

24/12/09 15:57  
Blogger João Campos said...

Thanks. Hope your christmas to have been great as well.

(agora em português, para quando uns ovinhos moles?)

26/12/09 17:03  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah pois, tu és fã de ovos moles, né? lol Olha, não sei. A minha vida tem estado algo caótica, mas é quando você quiser =P

28/12/09 04:12  
Blogger João Campos said...

Tenho mesmo de ir a Aveiro. Mas se vieres entretanto cá à capital, avisa :)

28/12/09 12:41  

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