Good fucking riddance 2018. And that's all I've got to say about that.
|The fancy, fancy ceiling of the fancy, fancy hotel|
2019 started with a bang this morning. Quite literally...hee hee. I feel as though I should let loose my barbaric yalp (nod to good ol' Walt Whitman). New job, new man, new car (well, new to me). And new experiences! Spent New Year's Eve in Charleston, SC. Color me unimpressed with the city, but the sex was fantastic. (Sorry for the girl talk, Panda). I can highly recommend the Town and Country Inn and Suites. Lovely boutique hotel. I can also recommend jungle fucking your 33 year old boyfriend after welcoming midnight with four shots of Grey Goose, half a bottle of Apothic Brew, a large glass of champagne, and a dip in the Jacuzzi tub. Best. New. Year's. Eve. Evah!!!