As if it weren’t enough to fall into someone who was into someone else and not so much ready for/into me until I was no longer ready for them so my heart could get stomped into apple sauce... As though it wasn’t enough to up and nearly die in the hands of inept UCSF interns... so it wasn’t enough to have to repair a month’s 'worth' of substitutes setting the tone for my classroom for the year... like it wasn’t enough that everyone I know is having a crazy hard year and it is 48 degrees daytime in San Francisco and I am freezing despite Michelin Manning myself in a North Face puffy jacket... I gotta get full-body groped, jumped, and nearly carried off into the night by a wild eyed, alcohol breathed one-legged man in a wheelchair. In view of ten bystanders looking at me like I’m the only crazy ranty one for miles on 14th and Mission when I unleash a screechy pent up rage-a-thonic diatribe on his surprisingly fast-wheeling ass.
Did you get the part where I got jumped by a guy in a wheelchair?! I mean, WTF?!!!
Well, F#$% you, 2007. I am so over you.
*And as a bet-hedger, I would also like to point out that I am also over the Year of the Pig, the school year, the fiscal year, and even the Jew Year 5768.
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