New Year’s Eve

Not going to an overrated, crowded as fuck party. Not going to walk around aimlessly and sit uncomfortably between terrible crowds, to catch fireworks and then watch people get wasted. Not going to be anywhere with anyone else, but the boy.

Gonna go grocery shopping in the day and then we’re gonna cook up a feast for the two of us. Then we’re going to watch Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.. or we’ll rent a bunch of other movies, we’ll make it into a movie marathon. 

And when the clock strikes 12 on 1st January 2012, we’ll scream out the window of my apartment, “HAPPY NEW YEAR, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Now THAT, I like.

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P.S. My blogger is updated (with deeper stuff).

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