Sip's Rocking Eve
It's crap.
Mischa Barton gets paid $30,000 to host some new years eve party in Vegas. Meanwhile, I, Sippy Momo, one of People Magazine's 50 Sexiest Bloggers, only got a bottle of Andre and a few slices of pizza to attend my New Year's Shindig. I don't get it. I didn't have a better year than Mischa F'ing Barton? Salt.
I'm really struggling right now. I'm working on about 3 hours of keg induced slumber while desperately trying to keep my eyes open to both share my gospel with you guys and watch my beloved Georgia Bulldogs throw what appears to be a pretty decent hurtin' to Colt Brennan and co. (Up 24:3 with 11:51 as I write).
New Year's. Here's what it means to me.
It means $150 open bar parties that I don't want to attend that contribute to a great amount of stress trying to figure out a legitimate plan.
It means Puff Daddy telling us how he is going to preserve his sexy or what vodka we should drink. Sadly, the man has pull in this country.
It's an excuse to call some family members that you genuinely want to speak with.
It's an even better excuse to wish a good year to that certain lady friend that you hope will make your new year a little happier. "He's so sweet." Did I mention I love puppies?
It's a night that you want to get through without anything really bad happening.
And it's a day where you talk to buddies that you didn't hang out with on New Year's Eve about how New Year's Eve was surprise, surprise...Not that exciting.
It's a day for college football. If you love college football, which I have really grown to over the last bunch of years, then your entire day is set. You have your tv and your couch and you are just golden.
It's a day for very crappy news coverage. All the newspapers pretty much mail it in on New Year's. Even Joel Sherman needs to hit the bottle every once in a while.
But most importantly New Year's is a time to reflect and start fresh. We look back at the year that was and look forward to the year that will be.
And finally New Year's is a time to be thankful.
We are thankful that Isiah Thomas remains the coach/president of the Knicks.
We are thankful that The Mets, coming off a gynormous letdown, have had a bad offseason and have gone from NL favorite to potential 3rd best team in division.
We are thankful that apparently the Rangers still have a team, with uniforms and everything.
And most importantly, we are thankful that we got to bring in the New Year with Carson Daly and a Yankee hat donning Alex Rodriguez.
Gosh now, wait a minute. From a Y2K standpoint, it appears that we have zero to be thankful for. So I guess I'll just be thankful for myself. My New Year's resolution is to become the Floyd Mayweather Jr. of bloggers. You'll either love me or you'll love to hate me. But either way, you'll know I'm pretty.
Happy New Year All.
Vaya,
Sip
Mischa Barton gets paid $30,000 to host some new years eve party in Vegas. Meanwhile, I, Sippy Momo, one of People Magazine's 50 Sexiest Bloggers, only got a bottle of Andre and a few slices of pizza to attend my New Year's Shindig. I don't get it. I didn't have a better year than Mischa F'ing Barton? Salt.
I'm really struggling right now. I'm working on about 3 hours of keg induced slumber while desperately trying to keep my eyes open to both share my gospel with you guys and watch my beloved Georgia Bulldogs throw what appears to be a pretty decent hurtin' to Colt Brennan and co. (Up 24:3 with 11:51 as I write).
New Year's. Here's what it means to me.
It means $150 open bar parties that I don't want to attend that contribute to a great amount of stress trying to figure out a legitimate plan.
It means Puff Daddy telling us how he is going to preserve his sexy or what vodka we should drink. Sadly, the man has pull in this country.
It's an excuse to call some family members that you genuinely want to speak with.
It's an even better excuse to wish a good year to that certain lady friend that you hope will make your new year a little happier. "He's so sweet." Did I mention I love puppies?
It's a night that you want to get through without anything really bad happening.
And it's a day where you talk to buddies that you didn't hang out with on New Year's Eve about how New Year's Eve was surprise, surprise...Not that exciting.
It's a day for college football. If you love college football, which I have really grown to over the last bunch of years, then your entire day is set. You have your tv and your couch and you are just golden.
It's a day for very crappy news coverage. All the newspapers pretty much mail it in on New Year's. Even Joel Sherman needs to hit the bottle every once in a while.
But most importantly New Year's is a time to reflect and start fresh. We look back at the year that was and look forward to the year that will be.
And finally New Year's is a time to be thankful.
We are thankful that Isiah Thomas remains the coach/president of the Knicks.
We are thankful that The Mets, coming off a gynormous letdown, have had a bad offseason and have gone from NL favorite to potential 3rd best team in division.
We are thankful that apparently the Rangers still have a team, with uniforms and everything.
And most importantly, we are thankful that we got to bring in the New Year with Carson Daly and a Yankee hat donning Alex Rodriguez.
Gosh now, wait a minute. From a Y2K standpoint, it appears that we have zero to be thankful for. So I guess I'll just be thankful for myself. My New Year's resolution is to become the Floyd Mayweather Jr. of bloggers. You'll either love me or you'll love to hate me. But either way, you'll know I'm pretty.
Happy New Year All.
Vaya,
Sip
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