I love deadlines, I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by

Here are a few things that have happened since I've last posted:

. The Democrats took control of the House and the Senate.
(Yippee! I am looking forward to Nancy Pelosi making Bush's last two years...interesting...)

. The congressional candidate I was working for lost the election.
(So unfortunate, because the woman who beat her is a pirate hooker.)

. The election is now over, so I can have my life back.
(Hello, life! What is up? It's been so long since last we met!)

. In what proves to be a most stupid decision, I've been all-too-frequently making out with boys after indulging in adult beverages.
(Hello, boys! Oh, wait, nope - I don't actually like you after all. Now I must phase you out...)

. I have decided to throw a most fantastic Christmas party and I can't wait.
(Goodbye, PC, non-denominational "Holiday Party" nonsense!)

. This blog experienced its one-year anniversary.
(Happy Birthday, Awritinglife! May your next year be filled with ever better writing. Or some writing at all, since that seems to be the main problem lately...)

. I have experienced the joy of painting my fingernails black in a show of rebellion that is rearing its moody, teenaged head eight years too late.
(Hello, age 13, how nice to see you. It seems that your hair is looking much better these days, also.)

. I have decided that I am going to embark upon a new project, to be detailed in a later post.
(And by "later post" I mean a post that I am going to type right now, immediately following this post, so that A. I don't forget to type it, and B. I mostly want it to be a separate post so that this new project post is not cluttered up by this extremely cluttery and random post. Anal retentive, party of one? Hey, my table is ready!)