Well, what can I sa y? I'm riding in the ar on my way to the motel, and it's no longer 2003, it's
2004.
I'm happy because I like to think people would want me to be. This kind of sucks, I have no one to
be with on New Year's. I'm just all alone, in this backseat wondering about how much shit that goes wrong.
Seems to me my hopes were made to be raised and then crushed. The whole New Year Celebration at the
Tower of Americas was hinderered by a heavy fog. We couldn't see any of the fireworks, so yeah.
What'd you think I was talking about when I mentioned my hopes being crushed?
Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Mood: Sad
Music: Joe Nichols-She Only Smokes When She Drinks
