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    • CommentAuthoricelandbob
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.21)
    Why do i get the feeling that we should all be stripping down, smearing red paint and pagan symbols on our bodies and murmuring ritualistic chants over the sound of Ash Ra Temple as the flames lick our feet?

    2009 just wore me down in the end with mob infused stupidity, callow selfishness and the daily battles against lazy arseholes.

    2010 will be the same, but at least my sharpened stabby stick will be bigger
    • CommentAuthormbakunin
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.22)
    Kick 2009 to the fucking curb, soak it in hydrochloric acid, and hose the resulting puddle and chunks down the fucking sewer grate. My wife left me, we got the divorce pushed through and finalized, my father died, I lost more goddamn money with absolutely breathtaking speed than I ever imagined fucking possible, and my wife and I got back together, all in the space of 12 clusterfucked months..... So yeah, 2009 can go support itself on rim jobs for all I care. Looking forward to 2010 with a mix of fear, exhilaration, prescription drugs and alcohol.....
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      CommentAuthorDextra
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.23)
    @icelandicbob - You mean we aren't?
    • CommentAuthorRenThing
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.24)
    I certainly hope we are, what will I do with all of this red paint?!
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.25)
    You all used paint?

    Nobody said there'd be paint.


    FFFFFFF
    • CommentAuthorWinther
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.26)
    We're using red paint? I mean, really? If we're going to do this, it should be done properly. Someone get out the ritual knife, and the ritual buckets, and get to work collecting some goat blood.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.27)
    I AM TORUK MAG'DA

    KA-KAWWWWW

    KA-KAWWWWW
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.28)
    I definitely feel my Aztec ancestors calling for blood. I would love to cleave 2009's chest and pull out it's still-beating heart and hold it aloft. If it weren't such a craven, insipid, vapid year I might even consider taking a bite. Cardiac organ, anyone?

    Not one job, plenty of interviews with gigs that sound fine and then get yanked away. Leaving fantastic NYC and living on my own terms and taking up living with my parents, occasionally too poor to even go see friends. Plowing through every last penny I had till all savings and investments are cleaned out. Getting by on loans from parents and friends. Spending days immobilized by depression. Not able to focus enough on any one writing project to complete a draft. Gaining weight every time I try to lose it. Fucking drunk driver taking away my sweet deal of a compact Ford, forcing me to drive a gas guzzling Chevy truck.

    You've had me by the throat for 12 months, '09, but now we're gonna fuck you up.
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      CommentAuthortim12s
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.29)
    Hmm. 2009 started going shit for me around May and it's been a hand full of shit/ hand full of gold year.

    Lost m'job and haven't worked until this week.
    Lost my wife who abandoned me and the cats, took the car and turned into a raging whore.
    Lost my cat, who died just last night after almost 20 years.
    My unemployment runs out in less than a month.


    However, currently doing some real freelance-y web work, graphic design and stuff. For money. Went to ComiCon, and London for 3 weeks. Working on a graphic novel with a publisher attached. Had a really good job interview a couple of weeks ago. Produced an awesome full colour mini-comic with Mark Growden and attended his voice workshops. And I'm seeing someone who's a real freak in bed.


    But yeah, 2009 can suck a bag of dicks.
  1.  (7449.30)
    I split up with my Girlfriend of some nine years, worked myself to pieces to pay for a car I then crashed going to work last week. All of the money I managed to accrue in said year now gone, due to aforementioned incidents, I face bouncing mortgage payments.
    I've seen my first grey earhair, evidently, so did my barber, nonchalantly trimming it away, and I've managed to get myself insulted by the LoveSwami in front of several billion people with my own stupidity.

    I laugh in your face 2009. You may have nearly given me Pleuresy, and seen me in a Hospital A+E with a jumped up cold, seen me trapped in a job I hate, but I've got bigger and better plans and better bacteria than yours have tried and failed.

    I have new plans.
    I have a still functioning car, and more importantly, a still attached head.
    I have moved on and this particular clouds lining is on fire and looks awesome.

    New Years Eve, I'm going to fuck this year goodbye and wipe my dick on the curtains on my way out.
    • CommentAuthorTwist
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.31)
    2009: My main relationship broke down, my parents split due to a 2 year long affair (over which I have yet to be able to kick him in the shins for), I lost my home then spent months in temporary places and that ate up all my savings, I hate my job (23 weeks to go and counting), I spent time in therapy and had breakdowns trying to get onto public transport to get to work every morning things went from incredibly awkward to bad with my best friend, his girlfriend and I and my health went to shit...

    Last night saw the best friend thing sorted but I also missed a call from my doctor at 6:45pm which is well outside of working hours so I really had a bad fucking night.

    2010: I'm going back to school, already have specialist appointments lined up and am moving interstate and away from all the drama. It can't possibly be worse but I plan to force it to kick 2009's ass.
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      CommentAuthorbrittanica
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.32)
    2009 has honestly been like almost every other year in my 22 years of life: completely unmemorable.

    This needs to change.
    Hand me a match, flamethrower, molotov cocktail, whatever. I'll help set 2009 on fire, and whatever's left of the years before as well.
    I've been on Whitechapel far too long, been surrounded by the coolest folks in the world, to not take up this battle for once. I need to DO SOMETHING w/ my fucking life.
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      CommentAuthorrickiep00h
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.33)
    2009. The year Everything Would Work Out.

    New city, new apartment, new new new.

    By June, it was starting to get old. The last three months have been plodding along and my housing situation has been mired in bullshit and now I'm a week and a half away from not having anywhere to live come Jan. 1.

    That would be quite the fucking reboot.

    Fuck you, 2009. Begone.
    • CommentAuthorchris g
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009 edited
     (7449.34)
    Well, I drew a lot of shit this year.
    Got myself down to (and maintaining) 170 lbs (5'9)
    Saw Nine Inch Nails final show ever. That night really reminded me what life should feel like, wow.
    Started Space Shark, people like him.
    Helped out complete strangers/fellow WC'ers by donating whatever I could. Also I may have drunk donated during Sweatshop once or twice, HAHA.
    But then I scraped my moms car. That took a $200 bite out of me to get it fixed so she'd never know.
    Then i got a traffic ticket this month for $500. Christ.
    I has a kitty now.
    Mom is in Mexico right now with her mom/my grandma who might die at any moment.
    Got punched in the mouth by some drunk asswipe at my sister's b-day party the other night. Just great!
    So yeah, I'm done.
    Let's back this little piggy into a corner and give it a good 'ol fashioned Farewell Blanket Party! *STOMP STOMP*
    • CommentAuthorJoe B
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.35)
    2009
    Saw my teen aged son jailed and screwed over by a legal system more interested in making itself look good than dealing with truth and justice.
    Saw my mom blame me for what happened to her favorite grandson, even though my ex used every trick to block visitation while having him 'watched' by her gangsta-wannabe brothers who view petty drug dealing and theft as reasonable income boosters.
    Saw me graduate from a private college, the good being that I finished something I started.
    Saw me get into a job for three weeks where I was yelled at through weeks 2 to 3, for being unable to quickly fix a thoroughly fucked up website while 'screwing up' the design of another website because I couldn't psychically figure out what color scheme and layout they wanted.
    So now I'm going back to college (again), but a different one.
    On the plus side, my wife and I are still together and doing good, and after the crap of the last few years, have made some decent friends and she's in a solid government job that she likes for the most part.
    But yeah, I'd love to beat 2009 into a shapeless. unrecognizable blob and then piss on the remains.
    2010 is looking slightly better, but we see how it actually is.
    • CommentAuthoricelandbob
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.36)
    If we are thinking of a funeral Pyre, i hope it looks a little like this. Warren as Martin Sheen putting 2009 (as Brando, spouting crazy shit to all and sundry) out of it misery with a large bladed instrument...

    and the Sacrifical bull?.... well we are hungry.
    • CommentAuthorsteevo
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.37)
    None of you are allowed to attend my funeral.
  2.  (7449.38)
    man, this year was probably the best of my life.

    im excited for next year as rad shit keeps happening and i can keep building on top of it to reach new heights of awesome. im over being miserable, fuck all that shit.

    MAINTAIN THE RAD
    • CommentAuthorsteevo
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.39)
    Except joe.distort...he can come.
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      CommentAuthorWaxPoetic
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2009
     (7449.40)
    The whole year has been more about staying comfortable than getting anything done, even though I've gotten a few things done. It's beyond time to fish or cut bait and the city I live in is in full spasm, the strange is turning fatal and real and we are not equipped to handle it anymore. If I ever needed a 48 month lesson on just how much shit gets worse when nothing changes more than half-assed-ly, I got one.

    Interia is the word someone else used. Fucking piss, yes. And it's done. Now.

    Fuck your couch cushion mentality, 2009. You are finished.

    keep your fucking smoke out of my eyes...