So I went to bed at exactly 11:56 but had been asleep for 2 ours prior. I awoke to Beiber waxing someone's knob about how great they were, kissed Matt goodnight, he wished me a Happy New Year, I smiled, waved good night to our friend & took our dogs to bed. To all of you devout slags who were convinced we were all done for, I m extremely proud of you for the valiant efforts in securing your own bunkers, writing angry & threanting blog posts along with homemade pamphlets accusing the masses of ignorant & unprepared behavior concerning a disaster of this magnitude all while excercising a passive aggresive stance on the matter. Kudos.
The Mayans simply did not know how to successfully secure a place for the additional time that was unaccounted for hence the abrupt halt of the calander; not the end of the world as we know it. The end of the world came when Snookie wrote a fucking book. Look alive douchers.
Anyhow, my time in NY is coming to a close and it has been a successful excursion. I have photographed 1 dead skunk with an exposed tough grill, ate a baked ziti that would lead one to sell their sibling for another bite & best of all spent the weekend with Matt, a great friend & wise animals.
There are no pics for these last 2 posts because I am not at my personal computer and do not want to overload my friend's laptop with the random hookers, horrific babies and what some may consider "disturbing" art. Better visuals tomorrow.
If you got teary eyes over commercials last night at a certain point, you are ok. This year will be better than the last, you never have to deal with it again and you are one step closer to being who you want and not who people make you out to be. There is a difference and you have a choice. Be good.
