Suicide watch is worse than the death sentence.
New Year’s Day
8:50pm: Send this exact text to your closest 26 friends: “Hey whatsup, anything goin on tonite?”
People were SO not into New Year’s Eve this year. So much pressure! They just wanted to stay in and wake up in 2012! Alas, they all succumbed to the holiday and went out. How do I know? Because I read so many tweets about people being hungover.
Here we go again. The years may change, but every December 31, the questions remain the same. Do I splurge on an overpriced, underwhelming dinner at a restaurant where the criminal intent is to rob special-occasion thrill-seekers blind?