Don't Jinx It

My avid readers will know that I am not fond of New Years Eve, or any regimented form of fun which will make my upcoming birthday a bit blurgh. However, I think finally I can articulate one of the single most annoying things about New Years Eve. It's the constant barrage of comments like "Lets hope its the best year ever!" and my least favorite and most lazy magazine cover story ever "New Year New You".

Why don't you go and fuck yourself? No, really, why don't you? The best year ever? Seriously? The woman who "waited" on me in Starbucks this morning was so seething with hatred for every single person standing in the line, including most lovable me, that really 2010 is all but shot in terms of "best year ever" for me. I know, its only day 5 but she was just plain rude.

"New Year New You"? Here's the new me - I will no longer be helping any blind people cross streets/board trains/find platforms. Sorry. I'm sure there are really a lot of nice blind people but so far any of the ones I've attempted to help in New York City have been aggressive and best and Blackberry thieves at worst. Yup, took my blackberry straight out my bag! So while my ass stays the same size, my attitude is certainly shaping up to be the worst its been in a long time.

New Year New Me - believe it punk.