As the holiday season/2008 rapidly dissapates into the abyss of used calendar pages, a feeling of strangulation has begun to close its cold hands around my throat.
Tax season, Valentine's Day, short February... these are just some of the things that are making me panic.
The most important thing about the death of one of the greatest years of my life is New Years plans.
I don't know about you, but I am not really a big planner. I like to just go. This year people decided to thwart that attitude with massive amounts of NYE party invites (not that I am complaining, it makes me feel good). I was so torn between all of them I finally decided that I would go to none.... maybe a big mistake since 2/3 roommates sig. others are tikes and will be difficult to get into any Williamsburg dive...
So what is a girl to do?
Beg and crawl and plead with those parties I turned down to accept me back into the RSVP list or say F to the babies and party on? Alone?
First world problem.
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