Maybe next year we'll pick fresh fruits together

Okay. So here's the year end: lots of deaths this year. Sounds like a paperwork mess for the afterlife handlers. Whatever. I miss my cousin, I miss Alex, I miss Hugo and I miss John. Those were the four that hit close to and at home. Maybe next year won't be the clusterfuck piece of shit this past year was. Oh well, there's always booze, drugs and unprotected sex. Maybe I'll get my pocket watch fixed. Okay. I hope you have a nice new year 2009.