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A mixed year. I started with a crap job and ended with a fun one. Went from being bitter at women after multiple fucked-up relationships to having a girlfriend who redefined the word "love" for me.
My Boston Red Sox won the World Series for the first time in 86 years and stomped on the fucking souless Yankees in the process (the importance of this cannot be understated- my first baseball memory was Buckner in Game 6- If you know about this you know what I'm talking about) but George Bush won (stole?) the election a bit later and killed my post-series buzz.
But, overall, with the Sox and the girl, this year stacks up solidly in the "good" column. |
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