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Oh cute

TWOOO THOUSAND NINE was FINE. It grew on me, like a case of eggs had blown up and the egg whites congealed in a half-cooked mess, seeping into the nooks and crannies of cold, wet pavement.

I’m the cold wet pavement.

I say it’s interesting that the idea of  a new start is needed to drastically improve oneself. We need an institutionalized deep breath (time, a holiday to celebrate the progression of time) in order to take a step back and view our lives in this layer of light. This makes everything so much easier in terms of socializing on New Years. Everyone is resolved to be nicer, and a better person. Wait, unless they’re busy getting wasted.

I usually don’t have any resolutions (I used to be that snot-face that went around going Uggghh, It doesn’t matter, looooooosers), because I’m already neurotically thinking of ways I suck everyday. I really need to stop mumbling. I need to stop being so judgemental. I need to cut back on hedonistic pleasures. I need to stop pestering. I need to read more, I need to stop being so lazy, more pro-active… why am I so whiny, and inconsistent, I need to have more conviction, dedication, perseverence, patience… just thinking about what I “should” do is ironically discouraging.

SORT OF LIKE STUDYING FOR FINALS.

But enough of that. I have a shower to enjoy before I make a nest of spoon-fed knowledge.

GUH

RASHE

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