itsbedtime:

You only celebrate New Years because your life isn’t ideal.

You’re such a beezey! Breaking poor hangers-on and amateur nighters’ hearts left and right! For reals though, in LA at least, shit’s lameeee as a goose. Every club is like an asshole parade of shitdicks in Ed Hardy hoodies and girls in LBDs that will be soaked in yaz and Hennessy by the end of the night. Police road blocks, bitches (and by bitches I mean the axe-effect bros too) are drunk and crying like Prom night before the overpriced limo even comes to pick them up, and everyone is miserable… like chasing lines, no matter how good it gets, it will never be as good as it is in everyone’s mind, and yeah, I mean, if you have to plan to go out days/weeks/months in advance, maybe you should reassess your decision to not kill yourself. I’m all about partying, and I’ll be having a a fucking blast  no matter I end up, but I probably won’t concern myself with it until somewhere between 7 and 11pm that night.

If you want to really have fun, make a bomb mixtape, find some friends to kick it with at somebody’s house, wear expendable clothes that you won’t mind losing / thrashing / covering in assorted fluids, get shitfaced, and get naked.

Note: this is not advice for New Years Eve, this is advice for any and every night of your life.