There is less than 10 hours remaining of 2008, and I cannot wait for it to be over. I was thinking of doing a "best/worst" of 2008, but that strikes me as tedious. I doubt anyone needs me to rehash incidents like losing my job or getting hit by a car. No. Instead, I am looking forward to 2009 RAWKING WITH IT'S FAWCKING CAWK OUT! It's going to be a good year people. But for now, I intend to spend the waning hours of 2008 thoroughly inebriated. Burp.
Happy New Year's people!
[Note: This is a fair approximation of what I will look like around Midnight tonight, minus the fake eyelashes, hair extensions and cocaine. Queue the smoke machine, bitches.]