New Year's BS
Since apparently certain friends of mine pretend to have fucking aneurysms when I don't tell them what the fuck I am up to, we shall commence with the random bullshit that made up my New Years "celebration".
Deciding that dealing with fucking dumb drunks that were not personal friends of mine, I stayed the hell away from all of the god awful hick bars in my locale. I decided that this was a good thing because with the mood I was in I would have choked the first bitch who dumped their drink on me in their sloppy drunkenness. Do not mistake me, I do not mind people getting their happy on and facilitating that state through their proficiency to booze it up but I cannot stand a sloppy drunk. Makes me want to thin out the gene pool from a handy, dandy watchtower.
Anyhoo, I stayed home. Blissfully home. Alone. With mah doggy. While being content in my domicile, I watched movies and made myself girly drinks. Yes, I know how to make and drink girly drinks believe it or not, cranberry juice and peach schnapps pulzerized in the blender with ice to be exact. And I liked it, it being alone and watching whatever the fuck I wanted without drunks I do not know fucking with my happy. To be particular, I watched zombie movies. Well, five at least. All three of the Resident Evil movies as well as Shaun of the Dead and Fido. I also watched Taking Lives because what is the fun of watching people die when they are already dead? Then I watched Serenity. Hey, it's fucking awesome and they have zombie-like creatures in the form of the Reavers(well they are not dead but fuck it).
I did not watch the fucking ball drop, I didn't get all sobby about the fucked up year I had, and I didn't end up trashed to the point I didn't know my name like most fuckwits did last night.
So, there you are. That's what I did. If you were one of the badgering fucking inquiring minds, you got your answer. If not, sorry for subjecting you to my language and the tedious details of the nothing I was involved in last night.
Cheers.
Deciding that dealing with fucking dumb drunks that were not personal friends of mine, I stayed the hell away from all of the god awful hick bars in my locale. I decided that this was a good thing because with the mood I was in I would have choked the first bitch who dumped their drink on me in their sloppy drunkenness. Do not mistake me, I do not mind people getting their happy on and facilitating that state through their proficiency to booze it up but I cannot stand a sloppy drunk. Makes me want to thin out the gene pool from a handy, dandy watchtower.
Anyhoo, I stayed home. Blissfully home. Alone. With mah doggy. While being content in my domicile, I watched movies and made myself girly drinks. Yes, I know how to make and drink girly drinks believe it or not, cranberry juice and peach schnapps pulzerized in the blender with ice to be exact. And I liked it, it being alone and watching whatever the fuck I wanted without drunks I do not know fucking with my happy. To be particular, I watched zombie movies. Well, five at least. All three of the Resident Evil movies as well as Shaun of the Dead and Fido. I also watched Taking Lives because what is the fun of watching people die when they are already dead? Then I watched Serenity. Hey, it's fucking awesome and they have zombie-like creatures in the form of the Reavers(well they are not dead but fuck it).
I did not watch the fucking ball drop, I didn't get all sobby about the fucked up year I had, and I didn't end up trashed to the point I didn't know my name like most fuckwits did last night.
So, there you are. That's what I did. If you were one of the badgering fucking inquiring minds, you got your answer. If not, sorry for subjecting you to my language and the tedious details of the nothing I was involved in last night.
Cheers.