so. happy new years. i'm sure that me posting this today means less than had i posted this on like, saturday. but such is life and quite frankly, i couldn't have put two words together on saturday. all day. i think i played fallout new vegas for 5 hours and i have zero recall of doing so.
well, i have some recall. damn dirty radioscorpions! bitches be vicious!
my new years was clearly a good time. aside from missing new years by standing outside the club, in a line, when i had tickets for the venue. aside from being followed by a verbally abusive drunk dick and his barely legal companion. aside from wearing hooker heels that i swear have ruined my knee ligaments for the rest of my life. aside from spending wayy too much money on cheap tequila.
but with all the asides taken in to consideration, new years was pretty fun. got dolled up with my ladies and we had a blast. candace found her spanish gentleman, camille kissed some dimples and i was demanded to kiss someone every twenty or so minutes.
god i hate that guy.
but that's what makes this year sweet. i got my asshole out of the way! now i don't have to wait until the middle of the year to experience my douchebag that i don't want to contact ever again. i appreciate how he put himself in my phone as adam d, sans number, and then proceeded to leave his wallet in my pocket. YOU FUCK, I KNOW YOUR LAST NAME. as if i'd want anything to do with you anyways. trust me when i say that he would be the last person i would contact if i was buried under 20 tonnes of snow.
best part: he lives in fernie.
fuck that. douche.

there's something about 2011 that i already like. perhaps it's because it's the oh-one-one. i can get used to that. oh-one-one. kinda rolls off the tongue, non? i'm excited about my classes. my job is secure for another winter. my cell phone bill is lower than it has been in ages. i have travel plans, serious ones, that i'm following through with. i'm actually sticking to my new years resolutions! taking public transit still sucks, but i'm doing it (begrudgingly). i haven't been to school yet, nor have i had a day off so i haven't been to the gym in my spare time (which i'm currently using to edit, correspond and sleep... very important things you see). i forgot what the other one was. i'm sure i'll remember... eventually.
so here's to living the first 5 days of the oh-one-one alive, healthy (well, sort of) and happier than i've been in a long, long time. it's good to have such a cheery disposition for once.

now... back to editing...... euck.

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so. happy new years. i'm sure that me posting this today means less than had i posted this on like, saturday. but such is life and quite frankly, i couldn't have put two words together on saturday. all day. i think i played fallout new vegas for 5 hours and i have zero recall of doing so.
well, i have some recall. damn dirty radioscorpions! bitches be vicious!
my new years was clearly a good time. aside from missing new years by standing outside the club, in a line, when i had tickets for the venue. aside from being followed by a verbally abusive drunk dick and his barely legal companion. aside from wearing hooker heels that i swear have ruined my knee ligaments for the rest of my life. aside from spending wayy too much money on cheap tequila.
but with all the asides taken in to consideration, new years was pretty fun. got dolled up with my ladies and we had a blast. candace found her spanish gentleman, camille kissed some dimples and i was demanded to kiss someone every twenty or so minutes.
god i hate that guy.
but that's what makes this year sweet. i got my asshole out of the way! now i don't have to wait until the middle of the year to experience my douchebag that i don't want to contact ever again. i appreciate how he put himself in my phone as adam d, sans number, and then proceeded to leave his wallet in my pocket. YOU FUCK, I KNOW YOUR LAST NAME. as if i'd want anything to do with you anyways. trust me when i say that he would be the last person i would contact if i was buried under 20 tonnes of snow.
best part: he lives in fernie.
fuck that. douche.

there's something about 2011 that i already like. perhaps it's because it's the oh-one-one. i can get used to that. oh-one-one. kinda rolls off the tongue, non? i'm excited about my classes. my job is secure for another winter. my cell phone bill is lower than it has been in ages. i have travel plans, serious ones, that i'm following through with. i'm actually sticking to my new years resolutions! taking public transit still sucks, but i'm doing it (begrudgingly). i haven't been to school yet, nor have i had a day off so i haven't been to the gym in my spare time (which i'm currently using to edit, correspond and sleep... very important things you see). i forgot what the other one was. i'm sure i'll remember... eventually.
so here's to living the first 5 days of the oh-one-one alive, healthy (well, sort of) and happier than i've been in a long, long time. it's good to have such a cheery disposition for once.

now... back to editing...... euck.