F*@K You BABY!

Rarr! I'm Creepy New Years Baby! I will SHART on your happiness! 

Fuck you New Years! AND your stupid creepy baby. --------------------------->

    Your false expectations about love and change won't fool me this year.  I'm sick of you imparting you stupid happiness and excitement on me only to be left sad and disappointed.  No one ever kisses me at the "3-2-1-Happy New Year!".   I'm always the one in the room that is standing there whiles couples embrace.  Thinking about him. 

     

      Last year, Shamus and I were in a fight but both working. We stood 20 feet apart, each alone, watching the fireworks in our town, both too stubborn to look at the other and admit defeat. My heart ached, as usual on this day, and I wondered if his felt anything at all.  Turns out, this year we are both off.  Which I think is almost worse because I don't get to see him. Mad or not. 

Sorry Fergie. 

   Perhaps I'll just drown myself in vodka.  I cannot sit home! Let's hope I find some poor unsuspecting bartender to entertain me for the evening, in hope that when "I Gotta Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas comes on I don't start screaming "TONIGHT IS NOTTTTT GOING TO BE A GOOD NIGHT!"

Honestly. 

Cheers Bitches! Here's to hoping you all have a SUPERDUPER New Years! 

-Fool.

(I am seriously going to lose 30 pounds by my 30th birthday. So we all have that to look forward to!)