Fucking New Year's Eve. It just doesn't hold the same weight it once did when I was removed from who I really was and my average state was incapacitated. I most likely will not even be awake when midnight strikes and it's fortunate that I am already part of a 12 step group so I have additional help picking up the pieces.
New Year's Eve signifies meaningless and usually uneventful sex with a stranger that upon further inspection in the morning has fucking bacnce, has an unusual gray cat that has a questionable eye twitch and a tired red velvet couch........uhh, perhaps I have went too far into the darkness...the above are things that I have no experience with at all........;|
New Year's is another day much like the 4th of July, that is another excuse to get crunked, junked and fucked with strange people wearing even stranger hats and where bad habit forming takes place. It is my hope that you will keep your collective vaginas and dicks on lockdown unless you are willing to go to all lengths to rid yourself of a mystery rash and or warts, keep your resolutions, or even better don't make any, get that shit done every day rather than betting all your chips in one day like all the rest of the free world and last but not least, do not attempt to recreate a Korbel champagne commercial tonight, accept wherever you are and deal with it. If you try and make it a Yellowtail kind of experience, everyone will just feel bad for you and your wasted Brute aftershave that scored you nothing but looks of pity and still, no closer to getting your wang fondled. Gals, keep the girls on lockdown, pull your fucking skirt down and for fucks sake don not do sake bombs, that shit is as sloppy as your blowjobs in the bartender's Dodge Stratus.
Have a great one folks and I hope to hear all the dirt next year.
