Rumfork Sages

I hate 2008 and I cannot wait for it to be over. I want 2008 to morph into a person so I can beat it mercilessly with some form of blunt instrument until it arrives at the brink of death, only to then nurse it back to health so that I can once again beat it mercilessly until it fears its own death.

I want to perform Chinese water torture on 2008. I want 2008 to be found dead in a river with signs of severe torture, nothing but the husk of a former human torn apart by fish. I want 2008 to go to hell and burn for all of eternity.

I have never in my life wanted anything to end more than I want this year to end. I want to wash it away from my memory. If I had the option of having Amnesia so that I never had to remember 2008, I'd take it. I'd throw away all the other memories I had so long as I didn't have to suffer through these ones anymore.

Here's the fun part: 2009 is going to be worse. There are at least some positive memories of this godawful year, some few moments here and there that were less than the pure disaster that is every other day, but next year? Next year is already prime for disappointment. Next year promises family issues, financial crises, some form of homelessness, and a lack of sex (PS: just about every good memory of this year involves sex), so I can pretty much say without a doubt that as much as 2008 blew more than 1000 $10 whores on payday, 2009 is just going to be even worse.

Isn't that fucking fantastic?

On the plus side.

Umm...I really tried to think of some positive things so this wouldn't just be another complaining-type entry, but, uh...I couldn't.