Tonight I'm planning on sitting on the couch watching a movie, reading a magazine, washing my hair, heading to bed early, enjoy some beauty sleep, waking up headache free, and yawning in 2011.
I am like the Ebenezer of NYE.
It's seven years since I met Matt tonight, with a bad fake French accent, making him cocktails - four fingers of vodka: one finger of juice. Then he refused to drink it.
Are you rocking out tonight peeps?
image - I can't remember, I'm sorry. If it's yours, tell me.