I swear, if there is one thing I really hate about the New Year every year, besides it meaning the end of the holiday season and the end of my favorite time of year and the end of the small vacation time and the long stretch before any significant holidays and (when I was younger) the starting back of school and the end of college football and the very-near end of all football and the general feeling of time flowing too fast to keep up with and the lament of getting older... Wait where was I? Oh yeah- the thing I REALLY hate about starting the new year every year is that it normally takes me 'til around August to get used to writing the '11 when writing dates. FUCK, this aggravate the piss out of me. And I work in an industry where I am dating signature forms CONSTANTLY, yet I still fuck up the date portion of most of them until about March or so, but it still doesn't feel right. I always write "1/14/10", and then have to either use white-out (fuck white-out. Seriously) or throw the page away and go print a new one. I'm all for saying "Eff You" to the Global Warming crowd by wasting as much paper as possible, but this is getting ridiculous. And just when I was really getting used to writing '10 (and to be honest, the past year never even really had a chance to take hold and form a real lasting bond with me... I still weep for my buddy '09), now I have to switch to this new cocksucker- '11. What a fucknoodle of a year. With that being said- yaaaaay New Year yaaaaaay! I got to get drunk last night on Margaritas while The Wife™ and my mom organized my entire wedding photo album. I plan on doing the same tonight while we write Thank You notes to people who gave us presents. We tried to start that project last weekend, with her writing because she has pretty handwriting and me dictating because I'm a drunk and have handwriting like Helen Keller with Parkinsons, but she called it off when my last one went like this: "Thank you to.... Aunt Jenni and Uncle Jack... For the coming to our wedding and for giving us the lovely present which is a cutting board. I'm sure to get a lot of use out of this, because my brother said it would make a badass shield, and I like being shielded from stuff. Don't try to throw anything at me. Seriously. 'Cause I'll fucking block it." I hope I can be as poetic tonight. So lets kick this new shitty year off with a bang, nice and early!