Happy 2014 - if you like.

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So - this was my New Year’s Eve this year:

Spent the last hours of 2013 watching City Of God, eating sushi and crisps (spicy chili), blowing my nose (I have a serious head cold at the moment), drinking vodka and pink grapefruit juice and having the occasional cigarette.

Did absolutely NOTHING else. Sat by myself most of the night, apart from spending an hour or so downstairs with the folks watching Jurassic Park (I have recently had to move back into my parents mini mansion after my engagement fell through). Went to bed at 12:30am. Spent the next hour or so listening to fireworks going off in the surrounding suburbs and the faint doof doof doof from a teeny bopper house party down the street.

Tried…but couldn’t sleep - mainly because of all the retarded “whoo whoo whoo’s” wafting through my upstairs window courtesy of the drunken bogan teens from the neighbouring house party, now roaming our street in packs like so many dogs. It also didn’t help that I’d just eaten a small trailer load of chocolate and had several kilos of sugar coursing through my system. My eyes felt like they were being pried open and my whole body was tingling and I was having serious sugar sweats. Need to cut down on that shit or I’m going to end up diabetic like my old man.

Maybe I’m just misanthropic but I fail to see what the fuck is so exciting about ANOTHER page on the calendar. Honestly this has to be the worst excuse for a piss up known to man. If I want to get wasted and make a nuisance of myself I don’t need to wait til 12am on the 1st of January - just because it’s the “done” thing. Fuck social etiquette. And fuck all your “ghey” fucking house parties and false “goodwill”. I know you don’t really wish me a “happy new year” so don’t bullshit me with exaggerated kindness. If I was to fall off a cliff tomorrow I doubt there’d be too many attendees at my funeral, outside of my own family.

So, back to last night…After a bit I turned the bedside lamp on, sat up and leafed through a bunch of girly mags for half an hour or so. Then I jerked off before finally falling asleep sometime around 2am.

That’s pretty much what my life amounts to right now.

So…Happy 2014.

[:|]

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If I was to fall off a cliff tomorrow I doubt there’d be too many attendees at my funeral, outside of my own family.

I would go and be sad too [:(]. No sarcasm.
I’d have to be in Australia though. Not hopping a flight to be sad. Id be sad here. But if i was in oz id definitely go cause id be only be there to hang out with you anyway

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Huh?

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Give up Black Metal, Noise, Avant Garde and Heavy Metal and other macho music and listen to chipper Pop music…you will be sweet as a nut in no time. Also stop wearing black and acting hard done by.

If none of that works just listen to Curtis Mayfield’s “Moving On Up”…that’ll sort you out.

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I’m just amazed someone still jacks off to “girly magazines”…

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I’m just amazed someone still jacks off to “girly magazines”…

Right? I live in Queens, NY, in a pretty urban area, and there’s a smoke/snack shop around the corner with a HUGE selection of porno mags, and I gotta wonder: in this age of online porn, who the fuck is buying them? My friend says it’s skeevy old men, and that the whole industry will collapse in a few years as they slowly die off.

Any thoughts?

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When I worked in NYC, I would see the “brown bag” and you can guess its not home garden. Those days are way over so yeah, the mags will go in the next 5yrs.

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I celebrate most holidays. It’s just an excuse to pig out and/or get wasted, for me. Who actually gives a fuck about it turning 2014? Or Xmas, and all that christian shit for that matter

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My New Years’s Eve was great until my wife got blackout drunk and I had to cart her ass home. Today’s been OK, though.

Peligro, I wouldn’t go to your funeral. Not because I don’t like you, because you live in f*cking Australia. I’d send a card or make a donation to charity in your name or something, though.

As for porno mags (or any other non-online pornography), I think they’re probably bought by dudes who have to keep their wacking off habits on the down low. If your wife doesn’t approve of porn and she uses the same computer as you, the only way you get to jack off is by taking some mags out to the garden shed or wherever or waiting 'til she’s not home to pop in a DVD.

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I wasn’t planning on anything for New Years Eve as my wife just started a new job and we’re figuring out where/how to move closer to her work. Also, Wednesday holidays are totally lame, so we decided to sit our usual Vegas bender out this year.

At the last minute we ended up (at my wife’s recommendation) driving to Palm Springs. We ate at the steakhouse bar of our favorite casino down there and had a wonderful dinner and then gambled.

I was playing Baccarat in the high-limit lounge (it’s closed off from the rest of the casino and has big heavy doors so it’s quite quiet in there and any excitement for the countdown was removed from us) when my wife came to my table kind of frantic, “They’re doing the countdown!”

I looked up at the TV behind the pit and there were like 25 seconds left (the TV showed the Times Square clock ticking away), so I grabbed my chips and we headed for the door.

It was actually kind of comical as my wife pulled on the doors to no avail, panicking that we couldn’t get out in time (just push, dear).

Anyway, we got to shout out the last 10 seconds of the countdown and blow our tootie horn things while wearing funny hats (courtesy of the casino).

So, all in all, we had a pretty proper celebration. I was glad my wife dragged me out as I really had no desire to deal with the hassle, but it was no drama, and everything came together perfectly at the last minute.

And a few wins before leaving got us back to breakeven, so it didn’t cost us all that much either (just the price of dinner and gas).

I hope 2014 is a winner for everyone and wish you all the best.

Peligro, if I lived in Australia I would definitely come to your funeral too. And regardless of where I am, I would be sad as heck to hear you left us. I hope things turn up for you and anyone else in the mud right now.

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Mine was pretty boring also.

For most of the afternoon I played some Playstation and pigged out on crap. At around 5pm I decided I’d had enough so I went for a drive. Ended up at a brothel and paid for an hour with a sexy Mauritian girl with an afro who was firing on all cylinders. I won’t forget her in a hurry.

Then I drove over to a mate’s house to shoot some pool but he wasn’t home. So between 8 and 11pm I spent the time going through all my old punk albums (Depression, Gism, Massappeal, Hard Ons - all the good stuff) then I watched some old movie til about 3am and drank a shitload.

And yeah there was plenty of woo wooing in my neighbourhood also.

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As for porno mags (or any other non-online pornography), I think they’re probably bought by dudes who have to keep their wacking off habits on the down low. If your wife doesn’t approve of porn and she uses the same computer as you, the only way you get to jack off is by taking some mags out to the garden shed or wherever or waiting 'til she’s not home to pop in a DVD.

My thoughts exactly.

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Pretty low key over here too. mrs_cripple was sick, so a buddy and me hit up our usual NYE haunt, Boardners. Did an Irish Car Bomb at midnight, then came home.

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I did my first live dj gig for a big yoga/dance thing. It was a blast, though I stayed up far later than usual. Probably the first New Year in five years that I was awake at midnight for.

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As for porno mags (or any other non-online pornography), I think they’re probably bought by dudes who have to keep their wacking off habits on the down low. If your wife doesn’t approve of porn and she uses the same computer as you, the only way you get to jack off is by taking some mags out to the garden shed or wherever or waiting 'til she’s not home to pop in a DVD.

Hadn’t considered that. You are wise in the ways of the Force.

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Did absolutely fuck all.

Apart from listen to music alone and drink a bottle of bourbon.

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I did my first live dj gig for a big yoga/dance thing. It was a blast

Track list!

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Went over to my folks for a while for my mom’s birthday. Both her and her dad were born on NYE. Then we bounced out of there a little before 11 and hit a “Welcoming Our Robot Overlords” themed party. If you weren’t dressed like a robot you were made the robots’ human slave. Basically, it was a robot make out party. Got some hot kisses from some sexy lady robots, which was way nice. One of them messaged me the next day to tell me “I maaaaay have had sexy sexy dreams about you last night… OK, I did and they were totally awesome!” So, I think me and 2014 are going to get along just fine. And DAMN if my wife isn’t the best wing man ever!

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We haven’t gone out on New Year’s Eve in ages. Mrs. Wempathy doesn’t drink…and I limit myself to two in public.

So we made Hoppin’ John, and then I retired to my studio/mancave where I enjoyed a neat Laphroaig.

I was in bed with a book by 10:30. I’m not a misanthrope…but I really don’t enjoy parties anymore at all. I’d rather stay home with the Mrs. and our little terrier these days.

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I was in bed with a book by 10:30. I’m not a misanthrope…but I really don’t enjoy parties anymore at all. I’d rather stay home with the Mrs. and our little terrier these days.

Me too. I’ve long since lost interest in going to crowded venues. Usually get board after about an hour. Nowadays I just sit home and drink until I’m too wasted to get out of the chair.