boxing day

I feel like I should be doing something more significant than writing about this time and space -- since 2012 is upon us and it's 'party like it's 1999' although we haven't yet translated that into the 21st century--and if the next generation of fucksticks is any indication, then we're in serious trouble. I just got downgraded to something that didn't register as simpatico before the snarky one ran off to the midwest and the other one with bad acne just submitted to whatever was easiest, being a purveyor of pop culture, or so he purports, from a very limited view.
the sad part? that most of them are idiotic in their assessments of things, anything actually, how did everyone behind me in line (the birthing one, that is) get so stupid?