what the writers say, it means shit to me now

this blog might be dead.

it will be even dead-er for the next three weeks. i'm going on a mystical journey to find myself. which really means i'm going to go on a mystical journey to shop in other parts of the world.

don't wait up for me.

*the general specific - band of horses*

she knew that her life had passed her by

well, you know what they say. the way you spend new years eve, is the way you'll spend the rest of the upcoming year.

if that's the case, i'm going to spend all of 2008 alone, baking cranberry muffins, and listening to 'Q' on cbc. i suppose there are worse things. like spending the year drunk and making out with a stranger. but is that really worse? i really think the jury's out on that one.

happy new year, suckas.

*warning - incubus*