I woke up in a horrible funk (which I’ve learned is kind of common place on new years eve, but reasons vary per person) and I was really quite miserable for most of the morning. Little things that shouldn’t get to me were really bringing me down BUT I’m happy to say that after a wonderful lunch with my friend Marcy and a long walk in the historic south side of Pittsburgh and a little retail therapy and several shots of espresso and a short but solid workout at the gym to some matt & kim songs I’ve finally returned to my normal happy-go-lucky self. I’ve accepted the fact that I work tomorrow morning and tonight is going to be meh at best but I’ve finally committed to a small house party in the burbs. I’m going to make the best of it. I’m going to be the cutest one at the party. I’m going to wish I was kissing Travis at midnight. I’m going to come home semi sober and fall asleep alone and start 2011 with a fizzle rather than a big bang but I’m okay with that.
I hope that each and every one of you have a safe and fun filled evening. I look forward to living vicariously through your pictures and posts and reblogs. Good night & good luck!
I have none. Which brings me to two very critical flaws I’m realizing about myself:
I very rarely plan anything. I live in the moment and I make rash decisions and it suits me for day to day life but not so much on special occasions. If you make plans, as ridiculous as they might be, I’ll probably go along with it though.
I’m getting lazier or maybe I’m just not that into New Years. In all seriousness New Years has become just another night of drunken debauchery — and there’s nothing wrong with that I guess, but I don’t understand the hype. That’s really no excuse for NOT making plans, it’s just an example of how little I care about this day.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that if I spend New Years Eve alone in my apt, drinking champagne from the bottle, and kiss the cover model on the newest men’s health magazine at midnight that will suffice for me.
You remember that feeling when you first started posting to tumblr and you wondered, ‘is anyone even reading this crap?’… well let’s not let that happen to my friend Travis. On top of being super funny, and cute, and artistic, and coolrazy he’s also a gay bear otter with glasses. I mean if you can’t find something to love in that last sentence you’re dead inside. nb4r you should start following him immediately because he’s bound to post something entertaining eventually. I promise.