I am not looking forward to the year 2013. The number itself doesn’t bode well, and perhaps that’s why the Mayans predicted 2012 would be the end: 2013 is just such an unpleasant number. Conversely, I was really excited about the year 2007, because 2007 is such a beautiful sounding number.
Two thousand seven, the name rhymes with heaven.
Twenty thirteen, ugh, it rhymes with obscene.
You’re going to have to prove yourself 2013. You’re going to have to earn our affections.