My New Years Plans & Advice #360

This time last year. 

Come 11:59 on the 31st of December I will be sitting on the balcony of my grandparents house watching fireworks. Yep this year I'm not bothering with the hooraah of new years eve. Not because I'm some sad sack that is angry at the world, but because I genuinely get more joy out of reading Jay-z's autobiography, trawling tumblr for B.I.G gifs, and brainstorming ideas to make my life some 'next level' shizz. True story. Where ever you may be I wish you a very happy new year and funness to come. Thanks for coming to visit me here. 5 more days and we'll be at 365days of continuous blogging. Holla.

Advice for New Years Eve that probably wont help you at all. Ever.

- Carry one of these bad boys. It will save your life and you will look awesome.
- don't plan too much. The night never lives up to your expectations.
- don't go to the Mount. Sorry. It's just bad. Err'y time.
- ring all the doosh bags that think it's cool to put their number on the back of their car to 'pretend' they're selling it. Tell them their car looks like bad batch of Home Brand gherkins [hashtag: GANGSTA].
- have a pack of hashbrowns ready and waiting for you to cook in the morning.
- And most importantly, no the route to the nearest toilet. You know why.

p.s look at this flash back to 11:59pm last year.

Morgs