Happy New Year...

yes it's the new year. time to pop the champagne and pretend we're really thankful the new year's here and the crappy old one's finally over and done with, when all we really want is just another 2 months to right our wrongs, to mend what's broken. although what would be really ideal is if we could only turn time back those 2 months to the moments just before we fucked up and do the right things to stop the catastrophes we were to single-handedly cause. but that's as likely to happen as it is for me to turn beauty queen so i say we drown our sorrows in that bottle of champagne and kid ourselves into believing that this year's gonna be, like, better. hey good things happen to those who are drunk. and i mean good things...