so, yeah. it’s new year’s eve tomorrow and my big plans are sitting at home, eating pizza and watching fourteen hours of viggo (yes, virginia, daddy bought me the lord of the rings extended edition dvd box set for xmas). i’ll stop at the liquor store tonight to pick up a bottle of asti spumante and raspberry vodka so i can get myself right pickled to ring out 2004.
since i’ll be home, possibly bored and most certainly very tipsy, you should all expect to wake up to a long, rambling lookback on saturday morning. then again, i may just finally spend the night reorganizing and archiving my photos like i’ve been meaning to for the last six months. who knows. i’m a single girl in the city. my options, they be endless!
i’d totally invite a cute, good-smelling, tall, kissable boy over to join me in my quiet fuzziness, but 2004 has been really lacking in anything resembling those. i sure do hope they sprout up again next year (odd years are definitely better for boy crops, i’ve found) ’cause i’m pretty sure i’m soon to forget what boys are for entirely.
Hey, if you want a place to hang tomorrow night just call me :) There will be plenty of intoxicated & somewhat down-to-earth people to hang out with here!
(As opposed to the totally raucous bunch we’ll have here on Sunday. Just kidding :) But we’re totally going to just mellow out tomorrow night if you’re up for it.)
Well, you’re more than welcome to join us, of course.
lifting things and getting rid of spiders…
that’s what boys are for.
i think
u forgot fixing cars and changing lightbulbs