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January 02, 2005


"Which reminds me that I really want to go to New York again."

January 21, party in Brooklyn. There will be free books.


Oops. That was me.


I agree, 2004 blew chunks. But I'm optimistic that the new year will be better for you and me both. Hell it can't really get any worse without moving in to a satin lined hardwood box.


Mya, I'd totally be there if I could.

Kevin, if we are competing for the suckiest year award, you totally have me beat. I'm just more melodramatic apparently.


Hehehe... it seems the most comforting thing about the 12 months of shite that made up 2004 is the fact that so many interesting, talented people shared in its utter shite-iness (and no, I don't care if that's a real word or not).

Heck, 2004 ended so badly I had to start blogging again, just so I could spew my misery to the rest of the world. Or, at least, to the 2 or 3 people who still read it.

Misery, after all, loves company. Especially good company. I realize this is no comfort, but I do feel honoured to have shared the crappiness of 2004 with you. Um, that's a compliment by the way, in case it comes across as (a) garbled nonsense or (b) not a compliment.

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