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First sentence of first public post from each month of 2009

(Or, in my case, sentence fragment, sentence run-on, random quote... But let's not split hairs, now...):

January:
The past twenty hours or so have been the best and the worst I've had in a very long time.

February:
Twenty minute doodle as a break from homework.

March:
I am the all around doer.

April:
I have nothing good to say when I'm working on movies.

May:
Contact staff.

June:
Suddenly aware of my own mortality.

July:
Do not go gentle into that good night,

August:
RIP Pink Floyd Collins.

September:
Not used so much as a racial slur, however, the classic clown is based on a stereotyped image of Irish people: bushy red hair, a large red nose (from excessive drinking), and colorful clothes often with plaids, and often with a great many patches to represent that the Irish were poor and could not buy themselves new clothes.

October:
You are getting yourself, in dark waters.

November:
Luckily my hair was still tinted blue from the previous night, because the only thing better than boozed up Shakespearianites is the Chicago Gay Club scene followed by the Chicago Burning Man crowd.

December:
I call it cunt.




So mood-swingy. So ridiculous. It's been one of THOSE years.