So this year is the year of the Ox. The year in which I was born. But...it's not really the year of the Ox, I decided...it's the year of Sweetcheeks.
I never knew the term existed until I flew to Seattle for Thanksgiving and a more than slightly inebriated fellow sitting next to me called me that several times on the three hour flight. Made me a little uncomfy to be honest. He rides around on trick bikes....this great big 6'4" beach bum dude who soups up cars for a living and rides around on a trike. hilarious!
Anyway, so in the meantime, I have heard the term more often than I care to recall, and have had it directed at myself multiple times, and always at inopportune moments.
Therefore, since at the moment I am feeling a wee bit ungraceful and out of sorts, I dub this year not the year of the Ox, but the Year of the Sweetcheeks.
Bitter hearts, beware.
