The one thing I will be most happy to say “farewell” to:
Y2K. [chants maniacally and flings leftover plastic Y2K champagne glasses around the room] Never again, never again, never again, ha ha ha ha ha ha …
Hey, you know, I finally used up all my Y2K toilet paper last August, and I’m just now drinking the Y2K canned orange juice (too cold to get out to the store, might as well drink it).
Conversely, icky things we have to look forward to in the year 2001 [sigh] :
Endless, tedious references to 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Endless people smugly informing us when we go back to work on January 2 that “THIS is the real millenium, you know”. Yeah, okay, okay, my head hurts and I really ran up the Visa card, you know? Get back to me later about the Real Millenium, 'kay? Like in March…
A new pop sensation! (Britney and Christina’s 15 minutes are about up)
A new bubble gum group sensation! (Backstreet Boys, ditto)
Up till February 20, we will have to hear glowing reports about Mrs. Bush’s interior decorating plans for the White House. After February 20, we will have to hear pointed, nasty remarks about how much she’s spending on it.
People arguing about whether this is really the millenium or last year was.
(P.S. I say it was last year, for two reasons): [/list][]though it’s true that there was no year zero, the exact beginning point is vague, to say the least, and []you might notice when your car odometer hits 100000, but I bet you don’t notice when it turns to 100001.
I wish good riddance to endless unnecessary investigations of President Clinton. Imagine how much bigger the imaginary surplus would be if we didn’t have to finance the likes of Ken Starr and Robert Ray.
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*Originally posted by javaman *
**(P.S. I say it was last year, for two reasons): [/list][li]you might notice when your car odometer hits 100000, but I bet you don’t notice when it turns to 100001. **[/li][/QUOTE]
Obviously you have a weird car, as mine started with 000000 miles, not 000001, like the calendar does.
Actually, now that I think of it, I got my car with 000042 miles on it… Hmm…
I wish I could say good riddance to depression, but I just had a very violent panic attack that left me gasping for breath on the floor, so go fig.
Good riddance to:
Bill Clinton
The elections and how stupid Florida people are
beany babies (even though I’m guilty of owning them, but people who are obsessed and collect every one are scary)