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My life is pathetic...
Here it is, New Year's Eve, and I realize that I have like three friends here in AZ. And all of them are busy doing other things tonight. So I bought a bottle of Bahama Mama and plan to get completely and utterly shit faced tonight. Sloshed. Three sheets to the wind. Granted, I would probably have more fun if I had someone to drink with, but I guess I can't have everything.
So, Happy New Year's, and I hope your night goes better than mine.
So, Happy New Year's, and I hope your night goes better than mine.
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*hugs*
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(((HUGS)))
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At least I'm not the only one feeling pretty much entirely alone tonight. I may have to join you in getting shit faced, later on, if I can find anything decent to mix vodka with (I can't drink the stuff straight).
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I can't drink vodka. It makes me sick. Even mixed with something. Although, I must say, that vodka mixed with pineapple juice is really good.
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one alone tonight. If you are online, we can toast the new year and get shit faced together!
(((HUGS))))
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Happy New Year :)
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I'd call you at your midnight, but it will be too late here : ( I love you though!! I'll bet you can turn this experience into a fic...Pippin was crossing the Shire to spend Yule with Merry and had to take shelter in an abandoned smial with only the bottles of wine he was taking as a gift...
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Happy New Year, don't forget to drink water before going to bed. It makes the Hangover less painful in the morning.
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*comforting hugs*
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Oh, Pip, sweetie, I'd be there in a heartbeat if I could. I hope your New Year is happy anyway. Around here, we got so distracted by changing channels on the TV we actually missed the countdown! Then said "Happy New Year" all around and fell into bed, exhausted. A stunningly uneventful night. :)
*squeezes tight*