i guess this is new year's eve. my mom told me she'd call me and tell me exactly when it turns to the new year tomorrow, but she still hasn't. alls i know is that it's around five o'clock. I've done very little to prepare for it. As if it wasn't already diluted enough, this year it seems almost non-existent. sad sac of sad.
That's why i've decided to put together the most hasty haft-sin ever...in the history of the wooooorld. it'll be on my window sill. it'll be great...drop a line and come look at it. The only problem is that it won't have fish,,....or sabze,...or somagh. damn...it's gonna be good!