I think I hate New Year's Eve. It's a totally arbitrary date that (as far as I can tell) has nothing to do with anything other than the peccadilloes of a few once-powerful Roman Catholics, but it still has the same (intentional?) effect every year: I look back, realize what a horrifying, net-loss of a shitstorm the previous year was, and think, "Oh Christ, what the fuck is this one going to bring?"
The power of positive thinking can choke on a dick and die. Things get progressively worse until they break down entirely. That's not pessimism, that's science. I only hope stuff gets so bad in 2008 the whole deal comes apart - the apocalypse probably won't be pretty, but at least it won't be boring.
The power of positive thinking can choke on a dick and die. Things get progressively worse until they break down entirely. That's not pessimism, that's science. I only hope stuff gets so bad in 2008 the whole deal comes apart - the apocalypse probably won't be pretty, but at least it won't be boring.
![skull](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/skull.4242d54c7e24.gif)
we'll see about bartending and toronto. who knows where these legs will take me next?