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Last day of the year, and thank whatever diety you prefer, because it SUCKED. It sucked so unbelievably hard that it is now the gold standard of 'years that sucked' for me. That one year I ended up hospitalized on the psychiatric ward? Amateur. Basically any year in which I am not diagnosed with cancer on my birthday (STILL BITTER), do not lose body parts, am not filled with poison, burned to a crisp, or end up with a chronic painful condition as a result? Doesn't have a shot at beating this one.
Fuck 2009. Buh-byeeeeeeeeeee.
I think I shall celebrate by playing with lesbian terrorists and napping.
Fuck 2009. Buh-byeeeeeeeeeee.
I think I shall celebrate by playing with lesbian terrorists and napping.