This New Year’s Eve, I’m not sick. This is the first year I haven’t been sick since 1999, when I really did party like it was 1999 at Auntie Ann’s New Year’s Eve bash. Back then, I was jobless and homeless, staying with my boyfriend’s parents and praying desperately for a job and an apartment in The City. But as the clock struck midnight and we toasted, it didn’t seem to matter so much. The DJ played REM’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” and doggoneit, I felt fine.
So, this year, I’m doing what I’ve done for the past few years: curl up on the couch with The Husband (only this year, we have The Cat, too), watch the ball drop, and wear my comfiest pajamas, because really, why do I want to go outside in this cold weather wearing strappy sandals? As for resolutions… well… I posted some in my blog, at italianamericanprincess.blogspot.com. Those are the ones I think I can keep, anyway…
P.S. I cannot figure out how to do categories. 
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