Jan 1 may be the best day of the year. You have open road ahead of you and everything is full of possibility. EX-Citing.
This years goals include my being focused and finally getting my ass in gear. I have a couple of things I should have accomplished long ago.
Now’s the time.
Being called a failure, directly or indirectly, always feels like shit.
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, I’m not quite sure I’m able to do it anymore.
I’m going to roll up the sleeve and try to get the monkey jumping over the next few weeks. Change the header, play around with some themes…if you’re lucky you may even get something the kids are calling a grafik..graaphicks…something like that. It would be colored. I know, newfangled.
Suffice to say that, although widely circulated on TMZ, boing boing, and other outlets, I did not die. In fact I wasn’t even hurt. A little battered and maybe some bruises or two but nothing I couldn’t shake off with enough time and effort.
So…here I am…
*hands together* ya….
Alright then.
*cough cough*
Woah…. what happened. We were just doing that thing and….fuck…
Let me brush off all this dirt and dust, figure out what the fuck happened, and we’ll crank this puppy back up.
Good to see you again.
Let’s get to work.
A single voice fights against the tide of many, shouting to be heard but is drowned in the din.