by formal decree, New Years pwns Christmas. why? because i didn't get woken up by 4 different people calling my cell phone at obscenely early hours to wish me a happy new year's. just because it's Christmas doesn't mean you get to act like a cunt.
ahh, it's going to be a great day. when "cunt" and "christmas" exist in the same sentence on my journal, it's going to be a great day.
so i plan on a lowkey new year's. instead of the drunken debauchery that went down last year, i think i'm just going to go shot for shot with Doug. so i guess the only difference is that i won't be drunk in front of a group this year. ha. i'm lame.
Doug thinks we should publish a book. it'll be all pictures of me and little bits of my writing. this would be the cover. i put it under a cut because i'm not sure if it's huge or not, so don't bitch if your browser eats shit. tell me what you think. or tell me that my tits look fabulous in that picture, because they do.