It's all good, but at about 30 minutes it it turns dark.. in a fantastic way.
Fuck off 2014, not going to miss you.
2013 and 2014 have been particularly hateful years.
I suggest going to a party and drinking unhealthy amounts
Way ahead of you SolRo, on the drinking unhealthy amounts part that is. New Years is actually my least favorite holiday of the year, and always has been. People are already depressed thinking about the changes they plan to make (mine's giving up veganism though so I can go to Sushi-Go-Rounds. Yay!)
Sorry to hear about that, IZ. Just chalk it up to one more way 2014 blows, and leave it behind with everything else as of tonight.
There is nothing new or avant-garde about FUD. Politicians and business leaders alike have spread the stuff thicker than lard on American teens since long before I popped into existence. If more people are noticing this, that is a good thing, not a bad thing. Because the old days of the One True Narrative pretty much sucked as far as adherence to any form of tangible reality. If you are confused and unsure what is going on, congratulations, you are beginning to wake up.
|MacGyver Style Bomb |
May 2014 turn to ash and never trouble us again.
Fuck 2014, and fuck its mother.
Don't come around no more.
|Born in the RSR |
I look forward to this all year, the best part of the holidays.
I probably spent too much of 2014 making stupid comments on internet web sites under the name "boner".
^ it's like meta put its head up its butt in a hall of mirrors
I have to live this nightmare. :(
Tons of people I know have been all "2014 was an awful year, 2015's going to be so much better!" and I was with them at first until I remembered everyone saying the same thing in 2013.
|Maggot Brain |
First I've heard of any of these stories.
I can't get through the year without my Shitpeas and Cunk.
|That guy |
No Stanhope!! Hooray!!!
my 2014 sucked corpse anus, but that means my 2015 will most likely be better, so fuck it
|The Mothership |
My career and life took a new and positive turn in this year, so fuck all y'all and we's looking forward to all the good shit in 2015, bitches.
That sounded triumphant. I am genuinely sorry that some of my fellow POEsters have had bad years this last year. Seriously, I feel for y'all cause my 2013 was shit with shit on top but this last year was great, in a great way. Jangbones, bobone, Solro, this shout-outs' out for's you. Keep on reaching for that rainbow dogs, it's always darkest before the dawn.
I know a few people who cope by being ignorant of all world events that don't immediately and directly affect them. It has a certain appeal.
Five stars for the POETV crowd choosing a Newswipe to post their New Years tales. I'll chime in with my own: "Fuck 2014 in the ass with a rusty nailbat, then dance in the poured-out afterglow."
Minus one star for a sad absence of Stanhope.
I know what 'sad' means, and I know what 'absence' means, and I know who Stanhope is. That said, these 3 words don't go together.
2014 was a really good year for me personally and professionally, but holy shit did I feel a lot of despair for the human race as a whole during it.
That's pretty much my year too. Everything coming up roses for me, but feeling a bit guilty because the average happiness level on the planet took a header into the boards.
2014 started with me in the shittiest job you can possibly have. I had a nervous breakdown, tried to disembowel myself with a steak knife, wound up in a lockdown security emergency room where the television played nothing but Andrew Zimmern's "Bizarre Foods" on mute. While I came in and out of sanity, all I could think of was this Curly Howard looking fuck, gnawing away at bats and grubs. Eventually I wound up in a ludicrously posh psych ward in Seattle, eating expensive meals and wearing paper clothing, trying to bring myself down. After a few weeks there, I returned home, promptly quit the shitty job, walked down the road, and got a better job at a call center. After four years of working in a convenience store that sold things exclusively to meth heads and prostitutes, I could literally work anywhere, and work I did, until they realized I was wildly underemployed and I was given a promotion to a real job with a real desk doing real things, and suddenly I realized that the end of 2014 was amazing and I am incredibly thankful I survived.
The hospital actually waived the entire stay and I'm frankly amazed they did, they sent me the bill first and it was ,000.
Jet Bin Fever
oh man I mean CD. I'm a little drunk. Still, you're beatufiul
And yeah, you're a gem in this whole internet-diaspora world, most definitely!
JBF, who is cognitivegissonance? Did his year start out well and then get really shitty?
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