Happy fucking New Year, bitches.

So it’s 2008.

The beginning of the year after 2007.

Twenty-oh-eight.

Eight years after the world was supposed to end and people scrambled to find candles and unplug their toasters for fear that they would turn into psychotic, instantly intelligent, murderous beings, that would burn you and then eat your brain.

Yeah. Well, so far it sucks.

Fuck you.