Be on time in 09

First off, happy new year! It's fairly obvious that new year's eve is a completely masculine holiday. We watch a giant ball drop from a pole. Can it be any more phallic?

I ate lentils today, which is traditional in my family to do on new year's day for prosperity and great stuff in the future. I don't know who started that tradition but I don't see how a bean soup can determine my future year. Another little doing or saying for the new year is the obvious so called fact that the way we bring in the new year is the way we will be spending our new year. So I suppose I'll be spending my new year making out with a blonde long haired guy. His name was Gustav and that won't happen because next month he's going to Peru and China maybe I don't know, there wasn't too much talking. But come on, it was new year's eve. That's when you cut yourself some slackline. (yes, slackline not slack because that word makes me laugh since we had one at camp and our campers kept accidentally running into it)
You can't take that saying literally anyway. But according to my new years, 2009 will be a fun year with new people and new times, hippies, rooftops, fireworks, limbo, scrabble and round twos.