Dear Mrsatroxi,

Ahh.

The last day of 2008.

Goddamnned stinking bleak evil oozing pustule of a year.

Not going to miss it! Not going to look back and say, oh, 2008. What a great year that was! Nope, it’s more like, oh! remember that nice thing when we, um, ah, and oh yeah! there was that fun time, no, never mind, oh! we went, no, wait, that was the year before. (The only thing I/Humanity might possibly remember it as is “the Beginning of the End”, but I’m Not! Thinking! About that right now.) Yeah. Pretty crappy year all around. Lost a job I’d liked, got crammed into a closet and a job I hated, didn’t get a nice vacation, got a stressed out and miserable husband, subsequently have had better years in the marriage department, dealt with the extreme stress of a new job, my poor sister shattered her ankle and is having surgery as we speak, the bottom dropped out of the world’s piggybanks and I developed acne.

Sucks.

(All I need is a dead dog and an esploded pickup truck and I’d have a hit song on my hands.)

So! Go out there and party folks! I hereby enable your alcohol poisoning session with a sponsored (sponsored in the sense that I’m telling you to do it, I have no money and I don’t speak English) toast to me, and may 2009 be better for us all.

And if it isn’t, may all of our suicide pacts be honored.

Amen.

I’m at work today, all alone. Just here to answer the phone and do some paperwork.

I haven’t had a job where I could just sit for a bit in over a year.

I’m bored out of my skull! And I love it.

We have television here, and I put TCM on in the background. Gilda. Rita Hayworth is so beautiful I can’t understand how she existed. Ought to have been impossible.

I’m looking forward to having some time to write here again. Time and inclination. I have several posts I’ve been working on, mostly in my head. I think about writing all the time. It’s the doing it that’s the hard part. Typing it out and having it read as garbage. Ug. Such disappointment, when it looked so good in my head.

Like now. Well, except it never did look good in my head.

I have no ending for this.

Sigh.

I’m angry today.

Spittin’ and snarlin’ and spoilin’ for a fight.

I’ve told off so may people in my head today it’s scary. On my drive in I fought injustice, speared prejudice and strangled several snots.

Got somebody you want put in their place? Today, I’m the girl for you.