Christmas ´08

Cute girl at the office casually asks me what I´d want for Christmas, if I could get any wish granted at that very instant.
"2009," I say.
"For 2009 to come quickly?," she asks.
"No, not that," I tell her very matter-of-factly. "I´d want 2009. The year, period."
"Well what the hell would you want an year for," she asks. "What would you do with it?"


The answer´s on the tip of my tongue as I bite the corner of my lower lip, then smile at her under slanted, half-closed eyes.



In a sense, we´re all already there...