it’s only 6:30 and i am yawning.
made a quick trip to trader joes.
thai shrimp gyoza. check.
maryland crabcakes. check.
2 bottles merlot + bottle of champagne. check (merlot already open? check)
white cheddar popcorn.
apple turnovers.
check,check.
$24.24? you betcha.
paid with a gift card? yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhh.
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i am not with my boyf on NYE as he lives in vegas and i am in el lay.
part of me wants to go out because i “will look back on these times in my 20s with fond memories.” i don’t want the memories to be another night at home, blazed to high heavens - just like a regular night for me.
then i realize that i really don’t want to do anything more than stay at home, warm, with a wine glass in hand.
it would be super nice to be with brett though. :(
