I don't know about you, kiddies, but 2005 was a nightmare. For every good thing that happened, there were two or three rotten things. We started with the Tsunami, and ended with the strike. Let's see if Dick Clark gets through tomorrow night. And I hope to God Mariah doesn't get pickpocketed. Times Square's never had a live performance out there. It is fitting that it's a New Yorker, though. I hope Tommy Mottola chokes on Thalia's cooking. They do nothing but bad mouth Mariah. Enough negativity, it was a crappy year, ok? Sheesh...
And now, the calendar changes begin. That ink-stained mess on my desk will go into the trash happily. The one in my kitchen will die a forgettable death, and the one near my bedroom will be shredded into confetti. I haven't been so happy to say goodbye to a year since 1988. And that year suuuucked!
Tomorrow will bring some thank you's and farewell's. Dexter's blog is going up Sunday. He's very excited, and his typing has gotten better.
(so I'm a crazy cat lady. shoot me.)
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