"Happy Anti-Semitic Christian Saint..."
This has got to be the worst New Year's yet.
This time I actually had hopes of going out.
Nathaniel and I decided to go out together, as neither of us had anyone to be with.
"Just no kissing at midnight."
Mom had other plans. I won't go into details.
All that matters right now is that I'm stuck at home, crocheting, living vicariously through others. I've been promised a phone-kiss at midnight.
Ooh, virtual-Sylvester. The latest trend for the lonely.
Even Nathaniel found someone to go out with. Just a friend.
Everyone I send text messages to is out celebrating.
And I, Nadia that I am, am home, having a VERY quiet night at home.
Here's to next year having someone to kiss at midnight....