Hubuduh What?

the entries of 2006. okay, not all of them...
2006-12-28 : 1:35 pm

I have no idea where I got this idea, but it's not mine. If it's yours, let me know and I'll credit you for it. :)

I've taken the first (in most cases) line or two from the first entry of each month this year, and pasted them here. I have no idea where this will take me or if it will be in any way representative of the past year in the Life O' Jenny, but hey, ain't no harm in tryin', as they say. (Who says? I dunno.)

Willowfox (ox, ox...) 2006 (ix, ix...): A Retrospective (ective, ective...)

January Context, context, blah blah blah...

Arthur said, "Farsi... isn't that the language of terrorists?"

David said, "Well, um, it's also the language of a bunch of other people. Dude, that's like saying 'Catholicism... isn't that the religion of pedophiles?"

February When I was younger I asked my mom what her favorite age was. She thought about it, got a little misty about the face and head, and softly replied, "Twenty-seven. Definitely twenty-seven."
Ever since then (because I've always been WAY THE FUCK too attached to what my mother thought) I've always just had 27 in my mind as what was going to be my best year. I'd have it all figured out and be On My Way.

Yeah. Fucking no. So this birthday is both eagerly anticipated and dreaded with a heavy dragging and clanking sound.

March Do you ever wonder what our society would be like if you could just go up to someone who you already know and say, honestly and uncreepily, "Hey. Wanna go get laid?"

April Who the fuck are you? Why am I naked?

May AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

June I've recently realized I am a cliche. A cliche, man. I had no clue.

I am (drumroll) Wall-Around-Her-Heart-Girl! Awesome.

July This entry is in response to all the calls, emails, comments and messages I'm sure I would have received in reaction to my obviously very noticeable and unbearable absence from this blog, had you all been able to recover from your sobs and wails and feelings of dispair before I beat you to the punch and posted this entry.

August Man there is nothing like being drunk and in love at Fenway... Especially when Ortiz steps up to bat in the ninth inning with 2 men on base, we're down 6-8 and he hits a home run. They just blast Dirty Water, the teammates come running onto the field, the fans scream all around me as I get kissed all movie-style and it is a moment of sheer, pure, undiluted glory. This is why I moved here. For moments like these.

September Oh what a lovely Labor Day weekend...

The Dude and I took off on a road trip on Saturday morning (his first ever! I totally popped his Road Trip Cherry!) in my champ of a neglected Civic, and spent 3 days driving on gorgeous two-lane country roads, stopping at roadside coffee shops and country stores, and at one point ended up in Saratoga Springs, NY at the Saratoga Race Track on their last day of races for the summer. Where Ken's horse naturally won. He did actually win $14, which perfectly counteracted the $13 I lost, so together we walked away with one dollar. Which we spent on hookers and beer.

October Attention Grown-Ups Who Read This:

PLEASE TELL ME IT GETS BETTER! PLEASE TELL ME THERE WILL BE A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I WON'T CHECK MY BALANCE TO FIND $3.11! PLEASE TELL ME THERE WILL BE A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I WILL FEEL HAPPY AND FULFILLED IN MY JOB AND I WILL HAVE ENOUGH BETWEEN PAYCHECKS TO CARRY ME THROUGH AND ALLOW ME TO WRITE ALL THE CHECKS I NEED TO TO KEEP AFLOAT! PLEASE TELL ME I WON'T HAVE TO MAKE THAT DECISION EVERY MONTH, WHICH BILL WILL BE LATE THIS MONTH! PLEASE TELL ME THERE WILL COME A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN I CAN BUY A PAIR OF JEANS AND THEN NOT GET PUNISHED FOR IT FOR 3 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

November I swear to Christ.

December My lovely boyfriend informed me late last week that he is planning to buy a house in the next few months. Hubuduh WHAT?!? Yes, folks. I am dating a real, live, grownup. Who would have thought it possible? Not I, my friends... Certainly not I.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Happy New Year!