I have unashamedly burgled this meme from David. It seems I became progressively angrier and less forgiving as the year advanced.
December: Pity then that the caption is about kiwis. *keeps quiet*
November: If you don’t drink and you don’t smoke, just standing around shouting into other people’s faces and trying to look cool gets tedious rather quickly.
October: No, really, be my fucking guest.
September: Yours sincerely, Images Muppet.
August: From today I am focused on my present and future, no longer on my ‘might have been’ tomorrows.
July: They’re both carrying huge burdens of financial responsibility and its concomitant stresses and it is showing in their health already, although both are only in their 30′s.
June: I want proof; as do my siblings.
May: Tune in tomorrow for the next swathe of 1970′s childhood; 1975-78. *shudder*
March: Anyway, right now I’m just glad I’m not a chihuahua, you know?
February: Here are the twins, finally – cute, no?
January: I can’t blame her for what I perceive to be her brother’s failings.