I’m so glad to see the end of this year. I have not had the best year, but I have high hopes for 2015.
To celebrate the New Year, I have written a limerick:
Two thousand fourteen is through
It was a shitty year, tis true
Lies and betrayals
Hospitals and ails
Bye bitch year, so long to you
Here’s wishing everyone a fabulous 2015. Don’t drink and drive. Tonight or the other 364 days of the year. And, as always, don’t run with scissors. This year or any year. That advice never gets old.