Almost Cried.
I've been in a foul mood at 11:30 PM, the last remaining half hour of 2007. The scanner is broken, I can't give my entry to Ranna's contest (and she'd need it), and I haven't talked to Bionigirl in what feels like ages.
I make my plate of food. Yellow rice, black beans on top, with rosemary pre-made chicken from Shaws to the side. Nothng I wouldn't expect. Just glad to have black beans, my favorite.
I'm giving attitude to my mom and sister as they sit (mom) and lay (sister) on the couch. Alica Keys performed her hit song 'No One' to the audience of the possibly hundreds of thousands of people in Times Square of New York City. The final 10 seconds come up as that passes and the CBS News Team of New York interview celebrities and A. Rod finally. Never like A. Rod. Never liked the Yankees. FOf curse I don't like them, I'm a freakin' Boston Red Sox Loyalist. Won the World Series, so you can't say we suck and prove it.
The Half-Ton Ball flashing its lights starts its slow descent to the unlit sign of 2008, which is hiding in the darkness. My mom decides 'Why not try to be a family these last remaining seconds of this year?' so she makes us hold hands. I never found us to be a family since my dad left us almost 365 days ago, Jan 2, 2007 at 2-3 AM as he was treated to the shiny bracelets and brought back to the station in the back of a Ford Victoria flashing its lights of red, white, and blue.
The ball is going to make it.
My 2007 face is still on.
The ball reaches the 2008 sign and it lights up brightly proclaiming that we have now landed in a new year.
Introducing my 2008 face.
My mind starts racing instantly. Every thought, every sorrow, everything, and everyone that I have ever made contact with that had any impact on my life goes through my mind.
And I feel tears coming to my eyes.
My stone heart is almost broken, but stays strong.
I feel hate. I feel pain. I feel anger. I feel sorrow.
Truly wish I could feel anything but.
My eyes are watery now...
Its a stupid holiday. Its a stupid waste of my pathetic time. And its spent my someone as supid as I am.
I could punch a hole in a wall right now, and I hope I hit the person on the other side.
I'm looking at the empty can of Pepsi in front of me. First one of the year.
Freakin'...
Have a good year everyone. I'll be here swallowing down the foolishness and misery of my being.
Have fun...
BZPower...
For me.
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