Y2whatnow?
Well. 2006, eh?
Ringing in the new year with a glass of whisky and ginger ale (gross i know, but there were no other mixers). The question remains; why hasn't the world ended yet?
It was all set for 2000. Then it was 2001. Now 2005 has passed and yet the world still keeps spinning, while the eternal optimists for the apocalypse set their hopes in 2012, when it will truly be the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius. I hope there will be a woman with an afro and some wierdos dancing around to celebrate it. I'll be twenty-seven. I'm not sure if it would be becoming to still be part of that.
Ah, drunken ramblings. Courtesy of the Glenfiddich distillery.
I hate new year's celebrations. I seriously can't remember the last one that I really enjoyed. Last year wasn't bad, but it was then that my infatuation with Ian formed. Yech. The year before that Chuck dragged me to one of his friends' houses, where we listened to bad heavy metal and smoked pot (which I didn't enjoy much at the time). we didn't notice that midnight had passed until a half hour after the fact. 2003 my boyfriend was in jail. No kisses for me that year. 2002 was fun, until the next day my boyfriend of a year told me he wasn't really attracted to me anymore. 2001 I spent at a family-oriented celebration (puke barf vomit blaaaahhh).
Drinking...
I went and saw King Kong tonight. After the "wow! cool!" affect of the, erm, special effects wears off, it was boring and pretty long. The acting mostly consisted of people running around screaming.
But there was a preview for X-Men 3, so there's something to look forward to. *quivers*
Time for a shot.
A toast: to absent friends, internet strangers, future lovers, and cats that don't barf on your bed.
Ooh, it burns! And a toast to the Glenfiddich distillery, as well.
right. i'm drunk now. bye.
Ringing in the new year with a glass of whisky and ginger ale (gross i know, but there were no other mixers). The question remains; why hasn't the world ended yet?
It was all set for 2000. Then it was 2001. Now 2005 has passed and yet the world still keeps spinning, while the eternal optimists for the apocalypse set their hopes in 2012, when it will truly be the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius. I hope there will be a woman with an afro and some wierdos dancing around to celebrate it. I'll be twenty-seven. I'm not sure if it would be becoming to still be part of that.
Ah, drunken ramblings. Courtesy of the Glenfiddich distillery.
I hate new year's celebrations. I seriously can't remember the last one that I really enjoyed. Last year wasn't bad, but it was then that my infatuation with Ian formed. Yech. The year before that Chuck dragged me to one of his friends' houses, where we listened to bad heavy metal and smoked pot (which I didn't enjoy much at the time). we didn't notice that midnight had passed until a half hour after the fact. 2003 my boyfriend was in jail. No kisses for me that year. 2002 was fun, until the next day my boyfriend of a year told me he wasn't really attracted to me anymore. 2001 I spent at a family-oriented celebration (puke barf vomit blaaaahhh).
Drinking...
I went and saw King Kong tonight. After the "wow! cool!" affect of the, erm, special effects wears off, it was boring and pretty long. The acting mostly consisted of people running around screaming.
But there was a preview for X-Men 3, so there's something to look forward to. *quivers*
Time for a shot.
A toast: to absent friends, internet strangers, future lovers, and cats that don't barf on your bed.
Ooh, it burns! And a toast to the Glenfiddich distillery, as well.
right. i'm drunk now. bye.