April Winchell

New Year’s Eve, 45 floors above Times Square.

Look at all those stupid fuckers.
It was FOURTEEN degrees out there. People were standing in ass-chapping weather for ten hours, just to get a good look at The Jonas Brothers. It all seems so terribly, terribly wrong.
Of course, we were upstairs, gorging on cupcakes and champagne, [...]

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- Submitted by Steven, who is also drunk

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It’s hard to know when Christmas is coming in Southern California.
There isn’t that first snowfall in Cerritos. People aren’t suddenly nice to each other. And the only horses you see on the road are on their way to Farmer John’s.
We don’t have a Rockefeller Center; no iconic focal point where people gather to feel [...]

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