Oh what a fucking fuck fuck this year has been. First, the numbers:
Of the whopping 38 things I wanted to do this year, I did 17 things. Ugh. 45% is not my worst by any means, but I seriously expected to do better since I had fewer items on my list. And then everything went all to shit and here we are. I think I’ll declare that from now on, election years are totally out of the question. Or maybe years when a parent dies. Or when a cat dies. Or while I have children living in my home.
Oh fuck it. You know I’m already working on my ChÜberlist 2013, right? Masochist.
I do have plans, you know. For instance, this:
In other news, I hope you had a nice Christmas or Hanukkah or Winter Solstice or what the fuck ever you were doing for the past few weeks.
New Year’s Eve is here and I plan on having a better time this year. No apocalypses scheduled, no serious drama on the horizon. Famous last words, right?