December 31 is almost part of the fabric of our landscape, so at this point in time, I have to share something while it’s still — wait for it — percolating:
You know the drill.
The trajectory we’ve taken has resonated.
It’s been really impactful.
In fact, its effect is plainly palpable, and I’m so glad we’ve navigated this relationship.
You’ve tapped into your inner diva and you’ve killed it.
You’ve knocked it out of the park. Big time.
You’re part of the tapestry of my life.
You asked the universe for this and you really nailed it.
You contributed to my Kickstarter campaign. Grade pending.
And in the process, you’ve empowered me.
Sorry I was so over-the-top.
I was a little pitchy, using too many head tones.
I was off my meds.
But don’t paint yourself a victim.
I’m in the moment. Ish.
I’m forever pushing envelopes and pushing buttons.
Why don’t you factor that in?
I need a juice cleanse and some gluten-free pizza.
I wish! That would be amazeballs.
That would have such gravitas.
Anyway, enough about me.
You really speak to me.
You’re my bestie — and I mean that in a good way.
News flash! I’d catch a grenade for you.
Love you, let’s get together.
Get a room.
What she said.
Suck it up.
Fine. Be that way.
I’ll cut you.
Happy New Year and wishing you all the best.
Done and done.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on December 29, 2011