LOL at that exclamation point after “Assassination in America”. They make it sound so damn exciting!
Thank the heavens that 2014 is pretty much o-vah. I had more bills to pay this year, thus seeing a reduction of my actual earnings I get to keep. I had to move from my nice home of five years. My mom and I still can’t get along. My Prius of six years broke down, and I’m currently driving a gas guzzler of a truck. My good friend suffered another personal setback in hr family for the second year in a row. The right people are getting killed for no good reason and the wrong people get away with their crimes scott-free. Hashtags, autotuned “music”, fake nerd glasses worn by wannabes, skinny pants, and the likes of Justin Bieber and the K-trash/Jenner-cunt clan won’t die. But Robin Williams, Lauren Bacall, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Maya Angelou, Joan Rivers, Frankie Knuckles, Tommy Ramone, Jean Beliveau, the credibility of Bill Cosby, the remaining credibility of US Vogue magazine, and the voice actor of many of my favorite childhood cartoons/movies (this was a shocker! 😦 ), among others, all left us.
Well, at least 2014 gave us another SF Giants World Series win, LeBron losing yet another NBA Final, and a nice birthday trip for me celebrating my 30th year on this earth, so all was not lost.
Now if next year can give me more dough in my pocket, my writing career taking off, my Prius up and running again, less (if any) people of significant talent dying, my dad living another year in good health, actual, professional management at my job (or, hell, a better job at a better spa), and pants in single-digit sizes that I can wear comfortably (I’d say another Giants WS win, but it’s an odd-number year next year, and I know how they do in odd-number years: lolol tire fire), then I welcome 2015 with open arms.
And now for some party music, courtesy of Carl Cox from 1996, to ring in the new year!