From near death experiences to cancer to death of family members and friends to death of the celebrities of my youth to the infernal election between Mephistopheles and Beelzebub for President, 2016 can kiss my ass. I’m ready for it to be over.
This has been a trying year and now to find Carrie Fisher drowned in moonlight, strangled by her bra. (That’s how she wanted her obituary to read) She was my first crush as a boy, watching her rescue the men who’d come to rescue her.
What a miserable year. The election was grating, wearing, and trying. The year, health wise, was a challenge. Through it all, I saw friends struggle and battle with worse from addiction to loss of spouses to loss of children and more.
I would say I can’t imagine 2017 being any worse, but I’m afraid fate itself will take that as a challenge.
So I’ll just say I think I can speak for almost all of us that I am ready for this year to be over.