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*