On dirty people & a whole new year
I’m not sure if this cold that has leveled me is karmic payback for being witness to the book burning or if it’s just the side-effects of a weakened immune system caused by being a shut in. What I do know is that I picked the bug up at Seamus’ party which was filled with dirty, dirty germ-carrying book burners. Fuck. If that had been on the invitation, I’d have stayed shut in.
Anyway, last night at Sister #2’s house, the Stink was telling us some stuff about Chinese New Year and how a lot of times the first day of the new year is foreshadowing for the entire year.
If I had made this post earlier this afternoon, I’d have said 2008 was going to be a year filled with bad TV, good music, amazing books, and solitary time spent writing my ass off. But then the TTHM decided to call. I haven’t talked to him in a coon’s age. So now I’m pretty sure that 2008 will also be filled with serendipity, laughter, challenging conversations, pepper jack potatoes au gratin (okay, I know you don’t care what I had for dinner, but damn those were some good potatoes), and handsome men.
Bring it on.
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