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It's way funner than getting all knotted up in yahoo serious issues. it's way better bringing out the inner child and sending it to their rooms whenever appropriate. It's way better than being all Stuffy over Important Shit all of the fucking time (or pretending to).
It's like slumming with trusted friends, or am I (duck) wrong?
I'm stuck at home for New Year's Eve (like it's any bloody more important than any other time of year cepting for gown rentals and buyings and booze buying at 400% at a place you don't really wanna be anyway) cuz I have a cold, hubby just got that from me, (right now he's snoring like a buzzsaw) and a snowstorm added for effect.
so I wish you all not a Happy New Year (sounds so lame doesn't it, it's Not going to be a happy new year and you know it),
but I wish you all what you hoped for all these last 12 months.
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