saffronhare (
saffronhare) wrote2008-12-15 04:24 pm
The backside of 2008.
I hate to see it leave, but -- oh! -- to watch it walk away. (grin)
Inspired by
rougewench, here are the first lines of the first (unfiltered, non-meme) post from each month of this past year. It's strange, how I sometimes don't even recognize my own words. And how far I had to go into some months to find a relatively unfiltered post. Huh.
January
I just saw a really wonderful New Year's wish over on
ursulav's journal:
May it be full of love, friendship, amusement, art, a reasonable degree of profit, violent video games, hot sex, and decent baked goods.
February
::thud::
The sound you do not hear is me, walking into walls.
March
Huh...Turns out, the floor *underneath* the yucky yellow linoleum in my kitchen is made of black and white tiles, arranged in a checkerboard pattern.
April
It's early yet, but I figure any day that's less 70% less likely to include me puking into my trash can at the office qualifies as a Good Day.
May
When that cold front whipped through at about 1:30 a.m., the gusts sounded pretty impressive -- and so loud that I didn't even hear the big branch come off the star maple tree in the front yard, then twist and launch itself at my bedroom window, only to be stopped a few feet from my head by the heroic efforts of my beloved jasmine tree.
June
Ahem: Happy Birthday,
fionnabhar!
July
I rather remind myself of Our Lord Jesus. Or NOT.
August
I slept HARD last night, after staying up a bit longer to read some more of Eclipse, because I'm a whore like that.
September
The girls and I watched The Water Horse, which was cute enough on its own, but extra-special fun with Scottish accents all over the place.
October
Some befuddlement, from a discussion with
featherynscale regarding the merits of cucumber sandwiches and tea: Cucumber sandwiches are considered the ultimate tea party food, and yet, the effect of cucumbers on most people is completely unsuitable for tea parties.
November
Hey,
judywatt! I got a moleskine weekly planner from my boss, to use for 2009 time tracking.
December
I was able to use the word "doom" in a professional analysis document that's being printed and used nationwide.
Inspired by
January
I just saw a really wonderful New Year's wish over on
May it be full of love, friendship, amusement, art, a reasonable degree of profit, violent video games, hot sex, and decent baked goods.
February
::thud::
The sound you do not hear is me, walking into walls.
March
Huh...Turns out, the floor *underneath* the yucky yellow linoleum in my kitchen is made of black and white tiles, arranged in a checkerboard pattern.
April
It's early yet, but I figure any day that's less 70% less likely to include me puking into my trash can at the office qualifies as a Good Day.
May
When that cold front whipped through at about 1:30 a.m., the gusts sounded pretty impressive -- and so loud that I didn't even hear the big branch come off the star maple tree in the front yard, then twist and launch itself at my bedroom window, only to be stopped a few feet from my head by the heroic efforts of my beloved jasmine tree.
June
Ahem: Happy Birthday,
July
I rather remind myself of Our Lord Jesus. Or NOT.
August
I slept HARD last night, after staying up a bit longer to read some more of Eclipse, because I'm a whore like that.
September
The girls and I watched The Water Horse, which was cute enough on its own, but extra-special fun with Scottish accents all over the place.
October
Some befuddlement, from a discussion with
November
Hey,
December
I was able to use the word "doom" in a professional analysis document that's being printed and used nationwide.