2011...
Writers, because we are all introspective and shit, like to write a "Best of" at the end of each year, detailing what we wrote, what we want to, and how 2012 is really the year we'll lose that "unnecessary exposition" around our collective waistlines.
But I have no Best Of, really. For the first time in for freaking ever, I had a real bust of
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