Crappy New Year
Jesus, I hate this holiday. I really do. Not as much as Halloween, but I hate it. A lot.
For as long as I can remember, I've always felt like I wasn't doing enough on this night. Even when I was doing something great, I still felt like everyone else was having more fun, more romance, more excitement. People were all dressed up, slow dancing to a big band, kissing passionately, going home and rutting like minks.
The closest I think I ever came to anything like that was in high school. I was invited to a New Year's party at Tammy Matanky's house. I had a boyfriend name Eddie at the time, and we had made a pact that we were going to sneak off at midnight and finally have sex.
At midnight, I found him making out with another girl. I ate a bag of Doritos and went home.
No, I never have anything exciting to do on New Year's Eve. And by God, tonight is no exception. I'll be on with Mr. KABC from 9:00 to midnight. Tune in to AM 790, or listen to live streaming here.
I urge you to call in and tell me how bored you are, how much you hate the person you're with and the party you're at. It will make all of us feel better.
Well, it will make me feel better. And that's all that really matters.
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