Wednesday

Auld Lang oh GTFO

Gin, sass and Photo Booth

The year 2014 did to me what spring does with the cherry trees — but in a prison way. While my natural tendency is to look back on the year that was and spin the tale into some feel-good cotton candy, I'm not there yet. Check back when my memoir is a best-seller and Jane the Virgin's Gina Rodriguez is playing me in the film adaptation. On my deathbed, I will be ranting unintelligibly about 2014 as I thrash into that good night. (I imagine I will have pink hair and everyone will call me Crazy Abuela Liz).

I set no goals, make no resolutions, expect nothing. Want to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans. I'd say I've learned my lesson, but if the patterns of my life hold, that would just be signing up for extra credit! I'm not into tempting fate.

For now, I wish you all a happy, fantastic new year. And 2015? Please be gentle with me.

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