I thought about resolutions. And then I thought better.
The thing is, I could decide to quit my vices. I could give up things or begin things that will bring me closer to being "better," whatever the fuck that means. But then I'm denying myself who I am.
If I want a drink, I'm going to drink. If I'm too lazy or busy to excerise, fuck it. If I don't feel like going to bed early for the sake of a good night's sleep, I'm going to stay up and enjoy. If I want to swear like a sailor, then fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck FUCK!
And fuck anyone who stands in my way or makes me feel guilty about it.
Fuck you, society, for telling me to change!
I absolutely love how 2005 has been dubbed The Year of Natural Disasters. So true! I'd love to put all the shit behind us and move forward in 2006.
Here's to a new year. And here's to being yourself!
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