Time Flies ...
Dec. 31st, 2011 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texchanI was feeling all maudlin and introspective earlier today. I had all these great ideas for a really meaningful sort of journal entry about life and love and annoyance and ... well, just the mess that is "me". Now, all those great ideas are gone. Poof! As if they never existed. This is the huge downside to being a mess. But ... whatever.
Can't believe it's going to be 2012 soon. In the matter of a day, actually. I'm not looking forward to the new year. 2011 kind of sucked. And, truthfully, I don't expect much better from 2012. I would like to welcome 2012 with open arms. I would like to love the new year -- snuggle up to it and let it whisper sweet nothings in my ear. But I feel I can't trust it. Not yet. We don't know each other well enough at this point, and I suspect that, as soon as my back was turned, 2012 would wander off to stick its hand down the shirt of the first drunken reveler it saw.
In other news, I saw a fat lady out jogging today. She ran by on the sidewalk in front of my car as I was waiting to pull out of my neighborhood and onto the cross street. There was no one behind me to honk and complain if I waited a bit. So I sat there and watched her for a few moments, until she disappeared around the corner. As she faded from sight, I thought, "You go, girl!" Hey, I'm a fat lady, too. We've gotta stick together, or the skinny people will burn us at the stake. Or ... something.
Can't believe it's going to be 2012 soon. In the matter of a day, actually. I'm not looking forward to the new year. 2011 kind of sucked. And, truthfully, I don't expect much better from 2012. I would like to welcome 2012 with open arms. I would like to love the new year -- snuggle up to it and let it whisper sweet nothings in my ear. But I feel I can't trust it. Not yet. We don't know each other well enough at this point, and I suspect that, as soon as my back was turned, 2012 would wander off to stick its hand down the shirt of the first drunken reveler it saw.
In other news, I saw a fat lady out jogging today. She ran by on the sidewalk in front of my car as I was waiting to pull out of my neighborhood and onto the cross street. There was no one behind me to honk and complain if I waited a bit. So I sat there and watched her for a few moments, until she disappeared around the corner. As she faded from sight, I thought, "You go, girl!" Hey, I'm a fat lady, too. We've gotta stick together, or the skinny people will burn us at the stake. Or ... something.