This time last year, I made a handful of predictions for the year ahead.
“How hard can it be?” I giggled to myself. “How much can really happen in 12 months?”
Well, HOLY SH*T. I did NOT see that coming.
I feel that in penning predictions on the Internet, I tempted fate. I upset the gods. I disrupted the natural order of things and now we have the goddamn host of The Apprentice as the President and I am really so very sorry about that.
There were, however, a number of things I did get right. Call me Nostradamus. Or that Bulgarian clairvoyant Baba Vanga who scares the crap out of me.
