So I wake up and remember that it's the 31st, half way through breakfast.
And at first I'm like
Because fucking A! 2010 went by so fast. And I really liked 2010. It was just an attractive, entertaining year and I loved it!
So now I'm fucking disgruntled and shit.
WAIT.
Eleven!
So yeah. Good-bye 2010, you were golden and I'm going to miss you a hell of a lot. But HELLO 2011.
Now excuse me I'm going to go party and get drunk.
And by party and get drunk I mean sit in a living room reading The Lost Hero while my dad channel surfs and his wife dozes in a rocking chair.
They dragged me to CHURCH. ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.