What with New Year's coming around again this year, it's been occurring to me that I basically hate the holiday. Every year, something manages to come up and fuck up my whole night. I've happened to have been dating someone every New Year's Eve since I've turned 18, and every single countdown, something has fucked up. Behold, my list:
18--Spent it 5,000 miles away from my date and couldn't get through on the phone for the countdown.
19--Same as the year before, but we were fighting on top of it.
20--Punched date in the eye, almost drowned. Ended up in the hospital.
21--Caught in a snow storm on the way to the New Year's Eve party where my date was waiting.
22--In Time Square, while my date texted her ex. The countdown was the moment I knew it was over.
I'm dreading this year! Who knows, maybe I will break tradition. <crosses fingers>
18--Spent it 5,000 miles away from my date and couldn't get through on the phone for the countdown.
19--Same as the year before, but we were fighting on top of it.
20--Punched date in the eye, almost drowned. Ended up in the hospital.
21--Caught in a snow storm on the way to the New Year's Eve party where my date was waiting.
22--In Time Square, while my date texted her ex. The countdown was the moment I knew it was over.
I'm dreading this year! Who knows, maybe I will break tradition. <crosses fingers>
if not, then next year, you will be spending the holiday with me and you will have a good time! that is a guarantee!