2009.

So begins another four months of me writing the wrong year at the end of dates.

The DJ last night insisted on referring to 2008 as "Two thousand zero zero eight." I didn't have the heart to tell him that that's not right.

We almost ran over this bag boy who hit on me at the grocery store the other day when we were crossing the Sand Key Bridge.

New years resolution: be nicer
Will it work? Never.

Happy new year.