fresh. clean. new.
I always get a little hopeful at the beginning of a new year. Everything seems clean and new and fresh, as if anything's possible. This is a year many of us have been waiting for for too long. Nineteen days and he'll be gone, that jackass George Bush. Can you believe it? I can't. Happy new year, y'all.
Labels: clean slate, george fucking bush, new years, starting over
posted by BigAssBelle at 9:05 PM
8 Comments:
Wonderful!
Happy new year, Belle!
OMG woman...do you believe it's almost here? It feel like it's been taking forever!!!!!!!!!!! Hope yours was Happy as well...
It's better than watching the old globe descend in Times Square. Here's to the New!
Baci e auguri for the New Year from Roma.
Willym
Happy New Year, Darlin'!!!
It's really gonna happen? Bush is really going to be out of there? Best gift ever!
Your tongue is not worthy to utter the name of one such as Steve Ballmer (Bless on him)! But I shall answer dis question! You see the Zune is the most sophisticated device ever created by man! It was programed with sooooo very many features that even the whole of Microsoft cannot remember them all! What other device that pretends to compete with the Zune has such a feature? A self-improvement-vacation day mode? NONE! None I tell you! You all should bow and kiss Mr Ballmer's naked unwashed feet and praise the fates that such a one as he even bothers to explain anyting at all to your most unworthy selves!
And he's taking Dick Cheney with him!!!!!! Yea!!!!!!
Happy New Year, Lynette and everyone.
I love the idea of fresh/clean/new and out with the old. I just learned of an apparently Scottish (?) ritual of a New Year bonfire that symbolizes "incinerating the crap" (not to put too fine a point on it). Kind of like the Santa Fe September Fiesta tradition of burining "Old Man Gloom" and getting rid of the "junk" in the spiritual universe. I like these traditions and I may need to attend a ceremonial burning sometime soon.
Bush? Bush who? I stopped thinking about him (well, mostly...) on November 5. Not even worth firing up the dendrites for that thing.
Hugs, honey.
He is melting, melting, melting. Oh how lovely the little munchkins feel. The wicked witch will be gone.
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