2012

The year 2012, thus far, hasn't been unlike it's predecessor, 2011.  Although, only a day has passed, it's too early to say that it will be every bit the disappointment that the year 2011 was.

Last year, 2011, wasn't entirely bad.  I was able to find a job that I enjoy somewhat, getting paid enough to dig my way out of the overwhelming debt I'd accumulated in the previous few years.  I was able to remedy a fractured friendship that ended tragically a few years ago with one of my most endearing friends, and through my job, I've been able to form a couple friendships that are proving quite enlightening.  That much is good.  Also, I've been able to forge stronger friendships with the limited number of friends I have at current, which is also good.  And probably one of my proudest moments was rebuilding my credit enough that I could purchase my Mustang Convertible, a toy that I didn't necessarily need, which also makes it more rewarding having acquired it.  For those points, 2011 was quite ideal.

The year 2011, was also the year that I made my greatest life-changing decision, which I won't elaborate on too terribly much, but for the few of you whom I shared this decision with, should know of what I speak of.  As great as this choice was to make, it quickly turned out to be the worst decision I'd ever made up to that juncture.  Tragic and heart-wrenching, and I suffered for it, for quite a few months before shedding those demons to concentrate on moving forward.  This was also another reason for my abandoning the idea of consuming copious amounts of alcohol.  The end result is NEVER good.

The year ended with my slipping on an icy driveway at my uncle's house, resulting in my splitting my elbow wide open, which subsequently lead to some negative reactions to the medication prescribed by the attending physician, who made an abysmal job of stitching my elbow back together.  I learned years ago, after having surgery to reattach my bicep which had tore cleanly off the bone, that if I massaged the stitched areas, the scarring would be minor.  This was true, as both incision points are barely noticeable.  I'm afraid that no amount of massaging of my elbow will ever remedy this f*cking hack job this doctor made on my elbow.  It's quite grotesque, by my standards.

As for the festivities for exiting 2011 and welcoming in the new year, was a site better than last year, which was spent at a faggy country bar.  A saving grace last year was seeing the lovely face of a very good friend of mine.  Beautiful girl.  Truly.  This year, was celebrated at another bar in the city here, where the music was nearly fantastic, despite the DJ, who they claimed was "professional", having played LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" four f*cking times throughout the night.  I love the song as much as anyone, and thankfully they played the video for the song during one of it's four run-through's, but even I know this was a bit excessive.  The idiot DJ did also play three country songs, which is pretty gay.  If I recall, I will address these in a later blog, which should further prove that modern country music is gay and will turn it's male listeners gay, as well.

The bar overall, was gross and disgusting.  It was 50% pig's and prostitutes (or at least they looked like hookers).  Another 40% were pregnant women, which there is nothing wrong with that.  In truth, much of the time, I find pregnant women attractive to a point.  However, pregnant and dressed like a wh*re, dancing on a speaker with their tits bobblin' all over the place, not that attractive.  I even saw one chick, lookin' like she was about to give birth, dancing on a speaker, with a bottle of Dasani water in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other.  I guess she wanted to dance to that one song before heading outside to poison her unborn child.  (Loser!)

In all my years of going out on New Year's Eve, I can honestly say that I've never had a New Year's kiss.  Not sure what the significance of the kiss is, but it's still something I'd like to do before I die.  Maybe next year, if the world doesn't come to a crumbling end this December like the ancient Mayan's have speculated. I don't believe in any of that hooey!  I just think it was a case of the Mayans running out of "paper".

Thus far, however, 2012 hasn't been much different than 2011.  I pretty much slept the entire day away.  Never cracked the front door, never ventured outside, despite having planned to do so at some point, before procrastinating and "deciding" to do it tomorrow instead.  

The one thing that 2012 has done so far, was present me with two live acts of lesbianism.  Once inside the bar, where I saw (one of the very few attractive women) stick her tongue down the throat of the pig seated across from her.  Both seemed pretty stoked by the gesture of affection, as was I.  Then in the car parked next to us, was two chicks makin' out and fogging up the windows.  As we were departing the parking lot, I honked my horn, startling the duo who whipped their heads around to gawk at us.  I flashed a "thumbs up", before driving away.  The only way that could have been better, was if there was a flash of boob.  Then again, the year is still pretty young, so there's always tomorrow.  [Wink, wink]

Happy New Year, folks!!