I saw the new year in alone for the first time. I like my alone time as much as the next guy, more probably, but I have never felt more alone than I did when 12 O'clock hit. Nobody to kiss except my bottle of cider - Aspall Dry Premier Suffolk Cyder (According to the label they spell cider with a 'y' in Suffolk? Who knew?!?)
Tonight, in my state of self imposed loneliness I have watched Kill List (which was fucking ace!), written two pages of my currently untitled horror script, polished off two bottles of the aforementioned cider and listened to copious amounts of Death Cab for Cutie. It has been a near perfect night. Just one thing was missing. Her name is Laura.
Happy New Year everyone. I hope you're all incredibly drunk right now. Enjoy your hangovers tomorrow, bitches!