seventeen days until the new year, two thousand twelve. the year the world ends. or, rather, this is the year the world ends, and next year is the year we’ll never see.  could this be the year i give up condescension and anger for love and kindness? probably not. in the meantime, i’ll post this delightful photo of myself grinning in a transformers shirt. because, no matter how bitter and cynical you are, there is no cure like transformers.

seventeen days until the new year, two thousand twelve. the year the world ends. or, rather, this is the year the world ends, and next year is the year we’ll never see. 

could this be the year i give up condescension and anger for love and kindness?

probably not.

in the meantime, i’ll post this delightful photo of myself grinning in a transformers shirt. because, no matter how bitter and cynical you are, there is no cure like transformers.

Posted on Wednesday 14th December 2011 with 5 notes
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