For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
\nAnd next year’s words await another voice.
\nAnd to make an end is to make a beginning.
\n– T.S. Eliot <\/p>\n
One of my least favorite things about the holiday season, which, as you know, is saying something, is the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day when every media outlet rehashes the past 12 months in their “Year in Review” specials. Puke. I was there. I remember. How much pot would a person have to smoke to need to be reminded that way back in September, there was this national, natural disaster called “Katrina”? I do get a little buzz recalling the hammering the Bush administration got in the weeks following, but I don’t need a four-paragraph, quote-infused rant to elicit that rush.<\/p>\n
That said, I’m going to get in the spirit. I give you <\/p>\n
“2005: The Year According to Girl” <\/p>\n
January: Turn 29. Discover grey hair. Have nervous breakdown. Commence crush on intern.
\nFebruary: Fire and then start dating intern.
\nMarch: Nothing major happened in March.
\nApril: Travel to North Cakalaki for wedding, fall in love with the South again.
\nMay: Dumped by intern, find more grey hairs.
\nJune: Start blog. Start months-long tirade of sharing way too much information with general public and mother.
\nJuly: Hook up with ex-boyfriend (not intern), expunge him (and intern) from psyche. Niece is born.
\nAugust: Start new job at great company. Finally start to regain some professional self-esteem.
\nSeptember: Test limits of friendship with BFE.
\nOctober: Brother dies.
\nNovember: Start dating amazing guy.
\nDecember: Fall desperately in love with GTB. Learn that friendship with BFE unbreakable, limitless. Find more grey hairs, feel fine about it.<\/p>\n
So, if I’m a little excited for this year to be over and to start 2006 and a year of being 30, practically simultaneously, you’ll understand why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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