LeeAnn challenged us to take the first sentence of our first post of each month in 2004. This is bittersweet, because it involves reading things I archived that have been too painful to look at in quite some time. This does NOT include my “draft” (private) entries that never made it into the blogosphere.
January:
B and P have invited us over later for the traditional pork festival — of course, they had their own little pork festival in my bathroom shortly after midnight — damn it, I can’t believe I wasn’t the first person to have sex (with a partner, let’s make that clear!) in my own apartment!!!
February:
I am not publishing that idiot’s submissions until Satan becomes editor of The Pearly Gate Times.
March:
P and B invited me to dinner last night — they had something special to ask me: they are planning a marriage ceremony for May 15, and B asked me to be the maid of honor. *sniff*
April:
You know that when four cows are grazing on the runway that you’re about to land on at (unnamed airport), you’re not exactly entering a booming metropolis.
May:
My rambunctious kitten Kadi tore out the screen door to the balcony so she could get a tan on the balcony while I was out this afternoon, so the little shit is sitting in her cage right now so that I can keep the door open until I get a new screen, whenever the apartment management decides that will happen.
June:
I have absolutely nothing to say today.
July:
Did the Smithsonian Folklife Festival yesterday.
August:
Speeding tickets, titty bars and injuries: how I will remember A’s 29th birthday.
September:
Sometimes, you just have to stand still for a moment and let the wind pick you up and carry you to your next destination.
October:
Not much to say other than that I am home, and home is in fact Washington, D.C. … not for lack of other offers.
November:
23 miles in 11 minutes:. that’s how fast I drove today from Fairfax City to my abode when my apartment management called to inform me that my younger cat Kadi was loose.
December:
If only more people were this cognizant of what they have and what it’s like for those with so much less.
Author’s note: That sums it up pretty well. Calamities and cat antics. 
How was YOUR year?
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