So, it's 2013.
Every New Years Eve party I have ever been invited to, I always ended up drunk and smoking alone outside in the cold winter air. The new year is always a time for me to look back and cry at all the squandered moments of a dim and useless life.
Look, I am not a writer. I make most of this shit up and right now I am just not feeling the love.
Keep checking in though.
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