It Just Isn't Working Out, 2007

Hey, 2008. I'm just gonna get right to the point. I don't like you. I know this whole calendar thing is completely arbitrary and you didn't ask for any of this, but you've just put me one unit of measure closer to a high school reunion that I'm not going to attend, not to mention you might be the number on my tombstone. You've got a lot of work to do and just 12 months to do it in so let's get to it.

According to that infernal, screaming, glowing box my Mother is watching, the most important person in 2007 is that person who screamed at his computer about "leaving her alone." Can we not do that again? That's all I want really. Whatever, I'll just do it. Idiot.

If we go "back in time" and review all the things that people in 2006 predicted would happen in 2007, we can come to one conclusion: people at terrible at predicting things. Let's hope they're just as bad at predicting things about 2008.

This year I am going to try as hard as I can to keep from being forced by the government to live in a place where I am regularly sexually assaulted. Okay let's go then.