I’m staying at home alone tonight to ring in 2007 (Don’t worry! I’m fine- Stuart is fine.) I have had a few invitations, but this has been my plan for about a month now.
New Years Eve 1995 I also spent alone, although not by choice. I was terribly sick, so I hid in my scary Seattle studio apartment that I shared with ten million cockroaches and sang the blues in a big way. I thought I was still in love with my ex, I was broke, I hadn’t been doing any writing. . . and here I was stuck in my apartment with the lurgy. Grade A not fun.
I didn’t feel it was possible that cold lonely night, but 1996 turned out to be a good year for me. I earned a bit more money (A whopping $25,000 which felt like a fortune), my friendships with people in Seattle deepened, I started to date a terribly sexy boy who all my gay boyfriends had a crush on, (which was very,very good for my ego) I lost weight, moved into a one bedroom apartment in my building that I only shared with my cat and no bugs, and in ‘97 I got into the American Film Institute and moved to LA. . . I was getting my shit together. Sort of. –I don’t think I will ever have my shit completely put together.
There is no way that I could have known that eleven years later I would be where I am at now. . . There are some things I definitely would have done differently. . . I haven’t done enough writing, I’ve hooked up with some of the biggest wank stains on the planet, and I practiced general fiscal irresponsibility. . .but all of those mistakes (or should I say, poor choices) led me here. . . and I am very happy to be here sharing my life and negotiating bed space with Stuart.
So Happy New Year everyone! A special kiss to Stu– Oh, and please don’t get arrested tonight. 
I hope that everyone is happy and safe. . .
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
December 31st, 2006 at 4:40 pm
Bloody miss you Thomas Cole..