Can you show me a dream?
Can you show me that’s better than life?
– Golden Smog, “Glad and Sorry”
It’s the end of the year, and I cannot think of anything really bad going on in it. Still, let us begin.
Went here, there, everywhere.
Got sunburned, got drunk, got sick and tired.
Had things removed, replaced, reformatted.
Did another photomeme, knitted stuffs, practiced new danced moves.
Given up, gave in, went crazy.
Bought yarn, books, clothes. Didn’t buy a car though.
Got to school, got to the beach, didn’t get the guy.
Saw sunsets, sunrises, and all times between.
And what’s happening next year? Well…
That’s up to other things really.