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Friday, January 05, 2007

New years Eve. It's about getting drunk, loud, screaming, dancing with people you know and don't know, kissing people you do and don't know. Jumping up and down like a drunken 5 year old after watching the wiggles. It's about fireworks. It's about forgetting everything you know or think you know. It's about looking to the future. It's about remembering to the past. It's about saying "fuck-it! I'll sort out all the shit tomorrow...in fact...fuck-it altogether...the shit doesn't need sorting out. Fuck that shit altogether! It doesn't matter!" It's about playing pictionary drunk, spilling alcohol onto a chair and burning it to the ground with a sparkler as you pass out. It's about driving along a road watching fireworks dart over the top of you. It's about bad punctuation and poor grammar. It's about forgetting everything you've just typed in the first jumbled mess of words and repeating it all over again without even realising it.

New Years Eve. It's about getting drunk, loud, screaming, dancing with people you know and don't know, kissing people you do and don't know. Jumping up and down like a drunken 5 year old after watching the wiggles. It's about fireworks. It's about forgetting everything you know or think you know. It's about looking to the future. It's about remembering to the past. It's about saying "fuck-it! I'll sort out all the shit tomorrow...in fact...fuck-it altogether...the shit doesn't need sorting out. Fuck that shit altogether! It doesn't matter!" It's about playing pictionary drunk, spilling alcohol onto a chair and burning it to the ground with a sparkler as you pass out. It's about driving along a road watching fireworks dart over the top of you. It's about bad punctuation and poor grammar. It's about forgetting everything you've just typed in the first jumbled mess of words and repeating it all over again.

New years eve. It's about standing on top of a roof top and trying to see the fireworks while naked and wrapped in a blanket. It's about waking up at 5am and not remember where you are or how you got there. It's about making resolutions you'll never keep nor remember.

New years eve. It's not just another day in the life unless you let it be.
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