It's that season again.

I do not like Chinese New Year at all. What with the tacky, cliche, chinese new year songs, and super trying new year ethics and social hypocrisy. Each passing year is destined to disintegrate into assortments of disappointment. I hereby represent the pre-official status of an ultimate spinster. My omnipresent pessimism and grouchiness mark my running of spinsterhood, except mine is one without cats and a house of stench. I envision a journey of exotic people and lands. Bloody New Year. Pass on Pass ON!