Unlike most, I have no resolutions. In fact, I didn't even realize it was New Years Eve until yesterday. My sister-in-law Sara invited me to go up on the hill to watch the fireworks. I was thinking, "who's setting off fireworks, that's weird". Der. You moron. *Smacks head*

Anyway, so last night, Sara decided not to go, so I was going to ring in the new year with my parents as usual. Well, it was ok, until the countdown started. As I heard it start, "10...9..." Dad starts kissing mom. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to barf so bad. At first, I was like, "ok, just a peck, that's sickening, but I think I can stand that". But no, Dad's a sick old bastard and went in for more. I ended up throwing a piece of orange flavor candy and yelling at them.

I’m sorry, but there are certain things old people shouldn’t be allowed to do. Kissing is one of those things. Dirty geezer lovin’. That’s just sick.

Anyway. Enough of the mental images (be lucky you didn’t have to witness it). Ugh. Nevermind. I was going to talk about something else, but I need to go vomit now.