which means the holidays are over. which means i can no longer skate by on the assumption that all 8 of my devoted readers are otherwise engaged with life and family and fun times and, therefore, not reading what i write here so i'm at liberty to not write.
it's 2012. the holidays are over. i am no longer at liberty to not write.
and to that i say baaaaaaaaaaaaah.
on january 2nd, i was hit by a cab.
by "hit", i mean "bumped", but "hit" sounds so much better.
but i was legitimately "hit" (read: "bumped"). to the extent that, in the aftermath, a streak of blue salt residue stained the knee of the hot pink sweater tights my mum gave me for christmas.
it seems inauspicious. to be hit (read: "bumped") by a taxi on the 2nd day of the new year. particularly by a taxi that was at a total standstill until i was midway through the street.
but i'm trying to take this as a good omen. an unusual sign that the year will be a good one, filled with the near misses that yield solid stories.
yes, i'm seeing that through the lens of a brief encounter with softcore street violence, but i'm seeing it all the same.