Dear 2008. How I fucking hate you, but you taught me a couple of things too. I spend all day today from 2 in the afternoon to 10 something at night burning stuff non-stop. Namely burning 2000 to 2008. Burning all the stuff that reminds me of bad stuff , bad people, and bad situations, bad decisions. Sure it sound juvenile but trust me , it feels so damn good. It's like working in shit, and then taking a long bath. You don't need filth on you to be reminded of the lessons you've learned. Move on to the future like Marty Mc Fly, speeding the De Lorean on a path of fire. Vroom motherfuckers.
