I'm just going to list out what I did for New Year's Eve, because I don't want to have to recount it again. Instead I will be like "Go read my depressing blog, asshole."
- My night of unadventure began with disappointment and the only semblance of plans I had being fucked. I got ditched, by a boy that is scared of everything. Then I cried in my bed for a while.
- After I pulled myself together, which took very little time as my patented numbness came to the rescue, I drank the last 6 or so shots left in my bottle of 120 proof absinthe. Just guzzled that shit from the bottle like the pro I am.
- Seeing that my bottle of liquor was now empty, I went and got the Captain from the freezer and chugged a bit of that. Then Chris came home with a couple of bottles of champagne, so I went and hung out with him and Ross in the living room.
- We opened some champagne, toasted because Chris was going to a party and wouldn't be home at midnight and then I decided I needed to eat something, since I'd been abstaining from food all day. My new years dinner was a frozen salisbury steak and mac n cheese meal.
- Chris left. Ross and I finished both bottles of champagne. I drank some more rum. I talked to Garrett on the phone while halfway watching Iron Man. Chris came home disappointed and we had an awkward talk. Around 1 I passed out on the couch. Woke up at 4:30 and moved to my bed. The end.
