Whatever I am doing on New Years Eve I tend to stop and tune in for the last 5-10 minutes of Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Years Eve leading up to the countdown.  I don’t know why because it isn’t a thing I feel like I care about but it tends to feel like the thing to do.  I don’t know why that specific broadcast other than the fact that it has always been there.  Since time started.  I mean it’s a little weird it’s now presented by a dead man who thankfully doesn’t show up but I guess calling it Dick Clark’s and having no Dick Clark isn’t all that different than calling it Rockin’ when it has in fact, never been rockin’ in my experience.  I remember being a small child and Walk Like and Egyptian played and thinking it wasn’t exactly a rockin’ song.  Anyway, Demi Lovato was there with Ryan Seacrest as the ball was dropping and when she smiled she just looked beautiful.  She has a good smile.  So I was like, oh, maybe she’ll get posted tomorrow.  But I knew in my heart of hearts that was unlikely because I wasn’t’ going to do it right then and after a night’s sleep no one ever makes it here.  Too many new things competing to be noticed when I wake up and I have the attention span of a goldfish.  So I guess it’s like a New Years’ Miracle that she is here.  There is nothing new to draw me away today and ample pictures of Demi performing last night.  And she looks good and I kind of like her coat.  We’ve talked about strange things I like and I happen to find girls adorable in big bulky coats.  I don’t know why either.  Anyway, today I want to fuck Demi Lovato.