The Last Half Hour of 2006

Well, it's 11:30 pm on December 31, 2006. The last moments of the year. And what a year it's been!

Not really, but this blog kind of sucks without the fake enthusiasm.

So, in true, television fashion, let's do the year in review:

*ahem*

The year began with the beginning of a relationship. A relationship with alcohol. Also, with Cynthia. She's wonderful. She makes me do a little dance behind closed doors. It's very much one of those reason-to-get-out-of-bed things.

Then a few months of nothing.

In May, my birthday came and went. I don't remember a thing, to be honest. My brother's idea of making sure I always have a drink in my hand blew up in my face. And also into a toilet.

A month later I helped Cynthia move to her grandmother's house, and hurt my back. That lasted a week or two, then I was fine.

Moving on.

A few more months go by and now we're here, December 31st, 11:38 pm.

What a rollercoaster ride of a year. Man! How do I find the time to write to you, my loyal readers? I make the time. Because that's what you mean to me. I love you all, especailly Sven. But seriously, you need to stop sending the love letters. I don't know what a "hårig rygg" is, but I've contacted the proper authorities.

Anyways, that's enough of that. I'm going to go get drunk.

Word.

Choz is bringing the new year in with booze and women. Er... woman. *cough cough*