Well, 2009, I'm glad to be rid of you. After finding out three weeks ago that my mother died (not only that, but lay undiscovered in a pool of her own blood in the living room of her apartment for 16 days. Rad.), spending a week in rural Idaho cleaning up her hoarder's wet dream apartment while living in fear of being fag-dragged back to California by my crazy redneck sort-of relatives, and spending New Year's Eve in searing pain and puking my guts out, I'm so done with 2009.
The good news is I'm in San Francisco now!