I’ve always associated New Year’s with this intense feeling of loneliness. I’m not sure why, but every Eve that I remember was spent alone and reflecting upon how much the year stank.

1998: sitting in bed, reading a book and watching the clock.

1999: the same, except I had longer hair

2000: my parents had some dumb little party, playing computer games in my room and watching the countdown on TV

2001: home alone, writing e-mails to friends while the countdown on MTV blared in the background

I’m hoping that in recognizing how much past NYEs sucked, I’ll have a better one this year; the truth is though, I’ll probably just go driving town around from 11:50 to 12:10 to pretend I have somewhere to go.

(well then, one of my resolutions is to not be so depressing)