I'm stoked for New Year's Eve. I usually hate it since I dislike all holidays and special occasions, and in addition to that because I usually have no plans, but this year is great...
The other day when I stopped through the African goods store where I used to buy Obama buttons during the campaign to say hi to the owner ("Sister Rose", this short little lady who wears earthtoned burlap-looking robes with designs in black on them, and a big frumpy hat kind of like the mad hatters, and who is originally from Tanzania and speaks with an accent, which is esp. noticeable because she turns her /r/s into /w/s), she invited me to her end-of-the-year thank-you party for her customers and friends, which will have free African food and drinks and dancing.
"Pwecious," she was like - she always calls me 'Pwecious' -- "Get weady to meet the Afwicans."
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Since when do you hate special days and celebrations?
I always have, all my life.
¡Feliz Año Nuevo! L
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