A friend was supposed to come over tonight so we could have a few drinks and say goodbye to another year from hell for her. True to form, she’s having more problems that make it impossible for us to get together. We may end up chatting online, if her computer cooperates, but it won’t be the same thing.
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I choose to ignore all marriage related topics despite them following me around like a bad smell.
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You say it like it’s a bad thing. Just think of yourself as the future father of the guy who cured cancer…and gnaws stuff.
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Your boss is an ass who is jealous of your ability to actually do your job which in todays modern world must be an actual feat or something. Just wait until your boss’ boss sees you actually work well and promotes you. Sucks to be you AssBoss.
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and 5) I have very low opinions on both meds and shrinks simply because they assume things can be fixed with chemicals or mumbo-jumbo. A willing listener goes a long way and hey, I’m always willing to listen.
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Well…shit happens? Just think once you try again and it works how good that stuffs gonna taste because you’ve been waiting for it. mm mm
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That is entirely your fault. I have no advice.
Oh no, I am not going to list all of the things that made 2007 shitty. Hell, if I did I’d be here well into the new year. Also, the downhill slide began for me waaaay back in 2003. I’ll just be one of those saying a lousy good riddance to the old year.
While I don’t know what her “year of hell” was I salute you for being the kind of friend we should all have. If you get to speak to her tell her “cheers, for surviving yet another year”
raises glass with reverence
That’s cool…but where’s the pie?
There’s always so much goddamn pressure to have “FUN” on New Year’s. Like, extra special super duper fun. Screw that. I’m getting drunk with my friends like I do any other night.
Even so, I can’t wait for this year to end. Way too much drama, relationship-related and otherwise. I hope 2008 brings me a shiny new work visa and a nice cute boyfriend that I can tell my parents about.
I am here by myself, with plenty of booze and cigarettes. But I still plan on getting out in a few minutes. Happy new year from an extremely fogged up (from the fireworks) Netherlands.
I have a stinking cold and can’t be arsed going out. Bah!
I see that and think of Homer Simpson and rich creamery butter! awwwwwwwwwwwwww!
New Years Eve celebrations are the attack of amateurs. I have been out many a new years in the past. I have seen people driving on sidewalks more than once. Accidents and drunks just hoping to get lucky crowd the streets.
Now the police are preparing to augment their yearly budgets with a massive push against revelers out past midnight. Does not look like fun to me.
Well here it is. Welcome to 2008, may it pour excrement over you as has every other year.
:downs a glass of Jack and puffs deeply and soothingly on a cigarette:
Fuck, me too-my throat went raw about high noon. Who has a recipe for hot buttered rum?
Wow…without punctuation that statement could mean a whole, more interesting thing…
tsfr
My daughter is 15. I’m chaperoning a houseful of high school students for a New Year’s sleepover.
The only thing worse than a New Year’s Day hangover is feeling like you’re hung over without enjoying the many libations.
Wish me luck getting some sleep tonight. Teenage girls have soooo much energy.
Good luck my dear, you’ll need it.
Well we were supposed to have our annual Drunken Monopoly Extravaganza, but everyone bailed. Every last one. Husband will get sloshed on Crown Royal, I’ll get sloshed on mixed drinks. We’ll ring in the New Year and probably go to bed.
I hate when people bail.
We did get together on Yahoo IM. At one point she mentioned that she had a bottle of champagne and wished that she had some orange juice and sugar so she could make mimosas, which is the only way she really likes champagne; of course, I had both at my place. She also warned me that she’s decided to quit smoking this year, which she referred to as a “Bitch Alert”.
Oh nocturnal_tick, “That’s the syphilis” is so my new catchphrase.
“My car won’t start.” “That’s the syphilis.”
“My shoes are killing me!” “Well, that’s the syphilis.”
Thanks for the new year’s gift!
I hate going out on New Year’s Eve, risking death on the highways just to listen to a bunch of people scream and throw stuff into the air.
So I stay home, snacking, drinking and watching DVDs…sort of like many other nights.
I hate parades, too.