This year I am alone. I’m sitting on my youngest sisters couch. I have had entirely too much red wine.

At midnight I hugged my family and wished them all a happy new year and texted all of my friends. No one has texted me back.
At the moment I’m watching some quasi-black chick on the Dick Clark New Year’s Special sing something or another… she’s cute. Her back up vocals/dancers are cute. I can barely hear them. That’s probably a good thing.

Tonight I’m broken hearted and scared and alone.

It’s ok though. This will be a trend for a while. It’s truly a new year. We’ll see what it holds in store.

Peace to your house. Be excellent to each other my friends.