Eve of Eve

I'm on the verge of something something, a cliff of anxiety (bad metaphors! sorry) because it's the Eve of Eve. In an hour or so, I'm going to the airport and then tomorrow we're going to kl because it's the Eve. Eve eve eve eve eve - if you repeat it, it sounds holy like Adam and Eve and the Eden and all that and Genesis and you know what? I don't even know. I don't know if anyone is joining us for fireworks and sparks and lights in the morbidly and terrifying electrifying maybe, crowd tomorrow three.... two.... one....

boom bang crash! I LUV YOU I LUV YOU TOO BABY HAPPY HAPPY

But it's not going to be like that. Sigh.

I always hate summing up the year if it's been good or bad, I don't want to decide. It doesn't have to be good or bad, it can be both! Yes like through the looking glass, you see your reflection and bread-and-butter flies and you get back the other side waiting for something magical to happen!

but if you insist:

two readymade photos on the go! That was good. Sorry I left a huge sum of other people out because I'm lazy. Nonetheless,

Happy New Year popcrackspark!