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Probably the same as every year but one in the past. Sitting at home, watching the ball drop in Times Square, listening to my mother yell at me to go to bed because she still won't accept that I'm out of middle school. I'd like to be hanging out with friends, not drinking much, but still having a good time. Instead, it's going to be another instance of my general attitude toward most holidays. Happy fucking New Year's; who gives a shit?
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