The good, the bad, and the ugly.

DISCLAIMER: Anybody who's into fuzzy kittens and rainbows and other shit like that may want to scroll down to the bottom of this post, because there be some serious rantings goin' on. Yar.

The bad and the ugly...

Okay, so late 2007 was a partial annus horribilus, as the Queen might say. Especially December. December was like an entire month of God, or Buddha, or Ganesh, or whatever form the supreme almighty power is currently taking, taking shot after shot at my metaphorical garbage.

So I get the flu/GI disease of lepers that is going around the hospital.
Fine. I can deal with that.

So I've lost so much weight so my stupid clothes aren't fitting all nice like they did before I heaved my cookies for almost a week.
Fine. I can deal. Christmas is the time of cookies.

So work is suddenly, finally busy. TOO BUSY. Wow. It's like, "Hi, work?" "Yes, Erin?" "I know I said I was a little bored, but this? This is inhuman. Can you do something about this?" "I can't do that, Erin." But still. I endure, because I am grown-uppy and stuff. So I have a very important presentation to give on the week I am still sick, and therefore have to I drag my vomity ass into work even though I can barely keep water down, and Rolaids are my entire source of sustenance.
FINE! I'm dealing, 2007, you bitchy cow! I hope you trip over your giant intergalactic space cat in the middle of the night and bonk your stupid head, 2007!

But when you have somebody, a goddamned useless pathetic excuse for a paternal somebody, call me up AT WORK, one hour (ONE HOUR) before I give that presentation, to tell me, "Thundercat is expecting..." Me: "What? Her Botoxed features to show some semblance of emotion? Her overly arched eyebrows to grow back? That you'll lose thirty pounds and twenty years? What is she expecting... Oh. Oh. My. God."
2007, I... I hate you. I hate you soooooo much.

So after this, I stopped sleeping for a while. Then, I broke the front of my car, and on Boxing day, two family members walked out forever. Er, two family members we liked. Not the other two. That would have been awesome.
So 2007? Bite me.

Conclusions: I'm moving to Vancouver. And changing my last name. And possibly my vocation. And definitely my phone number (for some people. They know who they are, the Botoxed, fat-headed, stupid, insipid bastards).

AND NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING...
I'm doing better now. So now that that is out of my system, I am endeavoring never to speak of the badness that was (December) 2007 again. Unless it's in an Oscars acceptance speech. And onto the good things, the things that made 2007 worth it!

The good...
- Friends and family. Er... selected family.
- I met and got better acquainted with some wonderfully fantastic people. Whom I love and adore.
- I reconnected with some individuals that I thought were lost to me.
- I have an interesting job that is a good base for a future career.
- I baked a cake that didn't catch on fire. It was carrot! And delicious!
- I got to see the hotness that is Rob in his Newsies outfit. And also the black leather one. And also the white wifebeater. And .... Okay, he's just really really ridiculously good-looking.
- I learned never to trust a verbal contract.
- I learned to sculpt. Better.
- Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Vancouver is a port city, after all. I'll find me a pirate. Or barter passage and live by my wits on the high seas! Arrrr!
- My mum and my brother are about as fantastic as you can ever hope to have. And her dog is pretty darn cool too.
- My newest tattoo.
- Charlie Cox in Stardust. Wow... Just... wow. I'm smiling just thinking about him.
- Too many other things to mention.

To my friends and family, thank you for making my life so much richer. 2008 is going to be amazing. All my love to all of you (and appreciative whistles to Rob, the pirate king).