picking up where we left off

Brought my dog to the beach today. Well somebody just spent their new year's eve beachy style. 

So 2011 has just ended. It's now actually January again, can you believe it? 2011 was, quick, flat and lack of sparks, but it could be worse. It could be gruelingly slow, but it didn't happen so I'm thankful for it being boring instead of being tiresome and slow or even something badly unexpected. I wouldn't call it my best year ever 'cause the word 'best' is something final and period. It's only 2011, there's still 2012, 2013 and so on. I need to endure as many years as possible, so i can crown the 'best year' on which, right? I would probably name my best year right before i die. But year 2011 was definitely, no shit, a great, great year. Enough reminiscing. Might as well hold on tight and be there for whatever tomorrow gives.