right now i have a headache the size of texas. and it's not because it's new year's day. i drank one whole glass of champagne and half of one of those nastyass apple juices gone bad…woodchuck draft cider. fuck that garbage.

i got fired. great way to end the year. always with a bang, i tell ya. make the ending as good as the show. i thought i was gonna get stood up on my holiday plans with the girl, but she ended up proving me wrong. we went to connor's and then out to the bar for the ball drop. i got kissed at midnight. it was nice. then she took me home. we had a brief discussion and i felt like the timing was shady, but maybe that was just me being hyper-sensitive because i lost my fucking job.

i've been listening to the misfits all day.

i'm stressed beyond all belief.

but i got kissed at midnight, so why am i complaining?