Every day we're alive, another year has passed

I’m sure you know by now that cenobyte has a flaming hatred of New Year’s Eve. cenobyte does not celebrate New Year’s by choice on a regular basis. The best New Year’s Eve cenobyte ever had was the year she and her husband sat and watched the Tick until all the rum was gone.

The *second best* New Year’s Eve cenobyte ever had involved being at the PPM, which was a rave/goth underground club in Saskatoon that, I think, saved my life during those years. That year, my lover and I went to the club, made a point of being in the bathroom at the stroke of midnight, and then returned to dancing.

I don’t know if you really want to know all the reasons cenobyte hates New Year’s Eve, so instead, I’ll point you to one of my favourite stories from the annals of this here bournal. It’s from New Year’s Eve 2004, and it makes me smile: Assets My Ass.

So whatever you’re planning for tonight, wherever you are, I’d like you to spit once for New Year’s Eve revellers everywhere. Let the bitter reign down like bits of whale after some particularly stupid highway workers decided to get rid of the beached animal by putting several tons of explosive under its rotting carcass.


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3 responses to “Every day we're alive, another year has passed”

  1. Schmutzie Avatar
    Schmutzie

    I hate it, too. I woke up sick today, and I’m actually really glad for it, because it means I can tend to my tonsils rather than crappy countdowns and too much beer.

  2. Anonymous Avatar
    Anonymous

    Happy New Year weirdo. Love ya.—turk182

  3. The Ms. S Avatar
    The Ms. S

    *Holding aloft a piece of toasted whale blubber*, I wish you and your family much love and joy in the new year.

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