Wednesday, December 31

Auld Lang Syne.


auld lang syne, an' sh!t.
this wooly mammoth impersonator has become a makeshift squirrel/bird feeder,
which is gettin' hit up hard every day.
you'd think the nature creatures would've stocked up on eats and treats for the winter,
but i guess everyone likes going out to dinner, right?
especially on new year's eve,
i mean,
when else do you run a greater than average chance of gettin' drunk drivin' interactions?
be safe kids.
we're gettin' take-away,
and then we'll spend an hour munchin' up some chinese food.
and atypically, at least for the majority of forest-dwellers,
we're continuing our ongoing stone sober first night celebrations.
jess made some elite peanut butter cookies.
we got kid's movies.
we got mariokart. (i'm wario, every time)
i've got a big ol' badass barbarian bonfire waitin' to get sparked,
and i'm ruminating on a realistic, yet righteous resolution to replace last year's.

dear 2008,
it was nice while it lasted,
but i can't say i'm sorry to see you go.
numerically, you only add up to 10,
and we all know that 2009
adds up a little more worthy of the berserker barbarian battle-beast festivities.
2+0+0+9=eleven.
happy new year,
nunquam quietis, nunquam mollis...

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