Just so everybody knows, I turned down MULTIPLE fun New Year’s Eve activities tonight in order to fulfill my self-assigned duty of making NBA highlight videos for uploadage to YouTube. MULTIPLE. Terence Davis is just one of the many NBA players who is currently preventing me from whooping it up with people in my age range (of both genders) in order to bring in the new year.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to have fun by myself. I’m currently wearing a festive party hat while I’m editing these videos. I also have a festive bowl of punch (cranberry juice and Fresca) and a festive bag of chips (sour cream and onion flavor). To add even more festiveness to the festivities, I have a festive noisemaker. I don’t know what you call it, but it’s one of those things on a stick that you spin around and it makes a goofy little noise. Every time I upload a video, I spin it and it gets me hyped.
My little kitty Japurri didn’t want to drink any of the punch I put in his water bowl (he sniffed it a few times then looked at me like I was trying to poison him) but he did get an extra serving of Fancy Feast (actually Fancy Feast knockoff brand, but Japurri doesn’t care). Sometimes the extra food doesn’t agree with Japurri’s tummy (not to get gross, but the litter box is like a Jackson Pollock painting if he’s overindulged on moist food) but he deserves good things in his little kitty life. If I was at a New Year’s Eve party he would be all by himself and that would be sad.
But, yeah, just reiterating, I declined MULTIPLE invitations to different fun events with different groups of cool people that I definitely would want to hang out with for several hours. I also have it on good authority that there are MULTIPLE females at each of these gatherings who would be interested in kissing me when the clock strikes midnight. It would be like a fight to see who got to kiss DTB.
Yeah, I’m alone tonight by choice. Totally my choice. This bowl of punch definitely doesn’t have any tears in it. Why would it have tears in it?