Well look at that: last Monday of the year. Of the decade. Of the "aughts" if you wanna be all trendy about it. The blogs are abuzz with these "Best Of" and "End of an Era" lists and while in theory I'd like to make a list or two, in reality I'm a lazy ass. I just got off an extra-long Bolt Bus ride from Boston back to NYC and bus rides are like a free pass for being super lazy all day. Sure, I spent most of it napping and reading The Glass Castle (which is awesome so far, by the way) but, you guys, in order to pee I had to balance myself in a wobbly closet and we didn't stop for a break so I had to eat clementines and Christmas cookies for lunch! Gaahhhhhhd. So unfaaaaaaair.
Anyway. End of the year and stuff.
What strikes me the most about 2009 is the amount of big name celebrities who died. What's in your water, Hollywood?? Damn. The fact that Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died on the SAME DAY is crazy enough. Andrea and I have our own theories about what really went down with MJ:
- 6/27/09 - 11:57pm
the universe slayed him
he was called home by the mothership
andrea: "enough." it said
molly: yeah, it said "whoa, whoa, your face is not even a face, you've got a lot of sweet singles, some box sets, some dance moves - why not quit while you're ahead?"
molly: "also, michael - we have unicorns here"
andrea: and he jumped right out of his own saggy alien skin
molly: maybe the coroners found his skin!
I'm on vacation this week so maybe I'll get my own little "Best Of" lists together while I avoid doing laundry and writing cover letters. Uhhh... after I go to the gym and work off these cookie thighs. And after I finish watching season three of "Mad Men." So... maybe never.