Are you finally done with me, 2012?

I’m not going to specifically bitch too much about what a shitty year 2012 was for me.  I’m writing a blog entry, not a novel.  One good thing did happen.  I finally met the incomparable Jeni Decker in Las Vegas.  So, I got four good days out of this miserable year.

While I just said I wouldn’t specifically bitch about 2012, try to remember that I’m a writer and I lie.  I have to mention the last two days.

Yesterday, in an effort to have a better year in 2013, I applied a face mask.  My mind tells I’m still 19 and my new driver’s license photo tells me I could be the new poster girl for AARP.  I rinsed my face for a really long time because the lamps in the bathroom are barely flickering and I couldn’t see if all the mask had been removed.  Then I proceeded to go to a convenience store, a department store and a grocery store.  I ended up at the bookstore to buy a meditation cd to keep my head from exploding in the new year.  A co-worker and really good friend asked what the hell was on my face.  Apparently that shit was everywhere!  My cheek.  My ear.  My neck.  So now I’ll probably be known as the crazy old lady who is proud of her money shots.

Tonight is New Year’s Eve.  Luckily I’m not at work so I’m able to watch The Walking Dead marathon.  Zombies always cheer me up.

But a few hours ago 2012 got me again.   I had just come in from outside where it’s been drizzling all day.  Typical last day in a sucky year.  I was really putting some muscle into cramming the overflowing garbage into a trash bag. The soles of my sneakers were slick and my feet slipped.  The plastic kitchen garbage can fell, my knee landed on it and 2012 slammed the top of my head into the corner of the wall.  Hard.

It’s now 12:01 am on January 1, 2013.  I made it!  Now I can say what I’ve wanted to for 365 days.  Bite me 2012.