For the sake of not saying fuck on facebook .....

If the last 4 hours are any indication of how 2011 is going to be for me, it's gonna be a rough road.
Approximately at the magical chime of midnight, debris from a silly string can landed directly IN MY EYE. Ironically enough, at the exact same time my hands were submerged in soapy dish water. Therefor relying on my fellow bartender who had been dealing with money, beer bottles and liquor to stick HER finger in MY eye to attempt to fish it out. Bad omen I tell you.
2011 was all down hill from there. The first four hours of the great new beginning were spent with A: being called ugly and mean by a toddler disguised in a adult man suit.
2: Having to physically mediate a series of 3 different fights between grown adult men.
C: chauffeuring 42 percent of our towns residents around town to make sure they arrived to their destinations DUI free, all while threatening them that if they puke in my car, I'm going to break their face...
5 allowing myself to completely snap, on the clock, to the tune of raising my voice and ranting so awesomely that I then had the attention of the entire bar.
and finally E: being pulled over by one of the states finest law enforcement officers at 4am on my way home from a very long night for a supposed brake light outage. I don't know who, or what I was in a past life, but I musta been a really fat douchey smelly asshat.... ooooor Jesus might be tired of me mocking him.... the verdict is still out on that one.
What I do know, is I should have never called 2010 the mother bitch of all years, because 2011 is a close relative with a vengeance and is out for fucking blood.