2017 has been a shitty year overall.
But I have a job I like and a boyfriend of 5 months who is pretty awesome.
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like — whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old! I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2017: That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Thanksgivukkahmas, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering.
Go away, 2017. You have a lot to turn around, 2018. Bring it on.
askye - Dec 01, 2017 6:44:32 am PST #4 of 162
Thrive to spite them
DavidS - Dec 01, 2017 7:06:04 am PST #5 of 162
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
But I have a job I like and a boyfriend of 5 months who is pretty awesome.
Those are two excellent things!
SuziQ - Dec 01, 2017 7:17:23 am PST #6 of 162
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Buffy!Bot, thank you for the word salad. It sums up my brain right now.
Atropa - Dec 01, 2017 10:06:54 am PST #7 of 162
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
This year has been weird, but I'm going to try to focus on the good things, the biggest one being: my awesome dentist figured out what my daily fluctuating migraines was and how to treat it. I now get six Botox injections every four months, and they make the migraines go away.
Oh, and Pete and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. :)
Laura - Dec 01, 2017 10:36:45 am PST #8 of 162
Our wings are not tired.
But I have a job I like and a boyfriend of 5 months who is pretty awesome.
Those are very good things!
Wow, Jilli. I don't know which is better, no migraines or 20 years with Mr. Adorable.
quester - Dec 01, 2017 4:00:21 pm PST #9 of 162
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Top10?
Fuck 2017!
quester - Dec 01, 2017 4:01:34 pm PST #10 of 162
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
However, way to go, askye!
Congrats, Jilli, on the migraine treatment.
WindSparrow - Dec 02, 2017 7:30:14 am PST #11 of 162
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I have posted this before in other places, but it's kind of my manifesto now for navigating life in these oh, so interesting times. There have been many ugly things that happened, many heartbreaking events, so very many ways the bastards try to get us down. But also, the world keeps turning. There are cute animals. There are adorable children. There are good things that do happen. There are amazing people fighting the bastards. So anyway:
I say we celebrate.
We celebrate every joyful moment that we can bear to. We celebrate each other. We celebrate victories minuscule and galactic. We celebrate our own worth and we celebrate the worth of every member of the human race.
We celebrate the effort that somehow came to naught, and we celebrate the moments when everything simply comes together in a constellation of perfection and there is victory. We celebrate, because to give in to despair will leave us no strength to fight. We celebrate in grey dresses and monotone voices. We celebrate in jewel tones and arias.
We will celebrate because this might be the Apocalypse and we have learned from Buffy that when we've done fighting this one, there will be another. We will celebrate because this might be Ragnaroc or it might be Armageddon but we will not go down without a fight.
We will celebrate because joy only lives intermingled with grief.
We will celebrate because every breath is a giant "Fuck you!" to the mundanity of evil.
Laura - Dec 02, 2017 9:25:50 am PST #12 of 162
Our wings are not tired.
I celebrate WindSparrow with joy!
Beverly - Dec 02, 2017 11:34:39 am PST #13 of 162
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
::Raises glass to Windsparrow. Quaffs glass to the dregs. Smashes glass in fireplace. Roars, Klingon-wise, "To joy, victory, life!"::