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Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.
Jan: Supposedly, the way you spend New Year's Eve is the way you'll spend the rest of the year.
Feb: Teh funny first. You know, of the pants and the losing of them and such things.
Mar: Today was going well.
Apr: What Harry Potter character will you find under your bed?
May: Thought we were going to Lansing today, but we went to Detroit to Greenfield Village.
Jun: I bought a 400-minute phone card Tuesday, so I wouldn't have to use Mom's anymore.
Jul: Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble or sketch from you.
Aug: The last two days have sucked for me.
Sep: He said no. ;_;
Oct: Walgreens does not carry prepopped cheesy popcorn, only the crappy death-cheese microwave popcorn that almost guarantees indigestion later.
Nov: I don't want to do this paper.
Dec: AND! I made a parody of a Bob and Tom song.
Looks like I fudged up my New Years resolutions. Oh well, two out of eight isn't too horrible. I'll do better on them this coming year, I promise! I think. I hope. Blar?
Jan: Supposedly, the way you spend New Year's Eve is the way you'll spend the rest of the year.
Feb: Teh funny first. You know, of the pants and the losing of them and such things.
Mar: Today was going well.
Apr: What Harry Potter character will you find under your bed?
May: Thought we were going to Lansing today, but we went to Detroit to Greenfield Village.
Jun: I bought a 400-minute phone card Tuesday, so I wouldn't have to use Mom's anymore.
Jul: Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble or sketch from you.
Aug: The last two days have sucked for me.
Sep: He said no. ;_;
Oct: Walgreens does not carry prepopped cheesy popcorn, only the crappy death-cheese microwave popcorn that almost guarantees indigestion later.
Nov: I don't want to do this paper.
Dec: AND! I made a parody of a Bob and Tom song.
Looks like I fudged up my New Years resolutions. Oh well, two out of eight isn't too horrible. I'll do better on them this coming year, I promise! I think. I hope. Blar?
