Dec 31, 2005 19:56
Dear 2005,
It's been swell. You were done and over with a little too soon, like a quickie. The collective Teaxperience you've brought has zoomed right past my face, nicked my nose a bit, and disappeared around the corner before I had a chance to really soak in everything I've learned. But I am told as we age the years tend to fly on by. Which makes me feel quite rotten, being that I'm only 22 years old and also the oldest person at work aside from Chris and one or two techs. I see these teenagers, all those Freshmen with their new beginnings and their lax anxiety. I want to cling onto my Young Adulthood's ankles with fingers, teeth, and toes while the inevitable buzz and whir of life drags me by my sleepy feet ever-closer to what can only be called The End.
But, 2005, you don't really care about all this. Your time here has been spent, your purpose served. You were decent to me, and I envy your smooth escape into finality.
Now you just party it up, 2005. You just party like it's 2999.
- The Teaster.
new years