it's ok so far. me and my dad and my sister took the train to copenhagen at eleven. there were some fifteen year olds who were going to the city hall square too. the train went real slow and we were a little worried we wouldn't make it there before midnight. especially this one girl. she kept asking everyone what they thought and she knocked on the door to the driver, but he didn't answer. she was so drunk and cheery though. she was constantly babbling and falling over and laughing the whole time. i wished i was her instead of me. she came and sat next to me and we talked a little nonsense. i thought she was cute, but i don't think she liked me. we got out and they all ran and we just walked and got there in time. the noise was awesome and a little scary. rockets flying in every direction and once in a while blowing up on the ground making people scream and scatter. it seemed noone was talking. just squealing and laughing. champagne bottles in their hands and looking up. whenever a pause in booms and crackles and swooshes, you could hear sirens of police and ambulance and fire trucks. when it quieted down we walked to the lakes where people on both sides were firing rockets and roman candles across the water towards the people on the other side. my favorite was a big golden star of confetti burning white and slowly floating away. on the train home we were quiet 'cause the quiet was so nice. a girl puked in a plastic bag and her friends left her. the walk was cold and i was tired. we came home and sat down and then my dad and my sister went to bed and i sat there feeling lonely. but then i remembered i'd feel better if i came here and bored you with it

whatever. i'm going to bed too. happy new year, i hope you hated my post

very cute

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here's to another shitty year of mediocrity, failure and loneliness

for me anyway

jerk i'm still in 2006 for another five and half hours

bo dudes

ever heard of a spoiler alert?

Whee. 22 minutes in. Don't feel a thing.

Going to Atlanta in 4 hours. I should probably be sleeping.

yeah fuck you 2007. i can tell you'll bring me nothing but shit

fuck you in advance you piece of shit

i dont need to pick up a snake and put it aside from the road to know its a fucking snake

*throws wine bottle at wall

that doesn't make much sense at all, karl connor

now it does

i'm going to agree with that

a buzzed boarder is a drunk boarder

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it's ok so far. me and my dad and my sister took the train to copenhagen at eleven. there were some fifteen year olds who were going to the city hall square too. the train went real slow and we were a little worried we wouldn't make it there before midnight. especially this one girl. she kept asking everyone what they thought and she knocked on the door to the driver, but he didn't answer. she was so drunk and cheery though. she was constantly babbling and falling over and laughing the whole time. i wished i was her instead of me. she came and sat next to me and we talked a little nonsense. i thought she was cute, but i don't think she liked me. we got out and they all ran and we just walked and got there in time. the noise was awesome and a little scary. rockets flying in every direction and once in a while blowing up on the ground making people scream and scatter. it seemed noone was talking. just squealing and laughing. champagne bottles in their hands and looking up. whenever a pause in booms and crackles and swooshes, you could hear sirens of police and ambulance and fire trucks. when it quieted down we walked to the lakes where people on both sides were firing rockets and roman candles across the water towards the people on the other side. my favorite was a big golden star of confetti burning white and slowly floating away. on the train home we were quiet 'cause the quiet was so nice. a girl puked in a plastic bag and her friends left her. the walk was cold and i was tired. we came home and sat down and then my dad and my sister went to bed and i sat there feeling lonely. but then i remembered i'd feel better if i came here and bored you with it

Well wasn't that just a stardust fairytale?

i'm cold.

woo new years!
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I'm betting dude in the red has no interest in chick in the bikini

are you kidding me, his collar and her bra are matching leopard print.
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