Fare thee Well...

Well, it is the dawn of the final day of this the year 2007, and man, what a mindfuck it has been.

Easily in the top one of my all time shitty years list. And that includes last year, when my mother passed away. That fucking blew. It also includes the year my parents divored, as well as the year I developed a years long battle with panic disorder. Mmmmm, that was a fucking vintage, that one.

We love our resolutions, no? I am resolved to once again becoming a habitual drunk this year. I miss the outward expression of hopelessness, and the endless nights of forgotten stupidity and loss. I am also resolved to develop some sort of marginally terrible mental illness. I'm kind of over anxiety, so I'm thinking maybe depression this time. Yeah, the enveloping black arms of depression. Ooh, I can't wait for the endless nights and days of not having the will to get out of bed, the days long crying jags of self pity, the slipping of my personal cleanliness to outrageous levels. I can't wait!

I wonder what gems are in store for 2008? Guess I'll find out soon enough! Shouldn't get too excited in anticipation. It will come when it's ready. From where will it rear its ugly head, this sure to be crushing failure? Tsk, tsk, we'll just have to see, young fellow!

Hey, guess what, if I was to go to bed tonight and never wake up, why that would fine by me. Just fine.

Well, in summation, I would like to drop my pants and wave my pallid white ass in the general direction of the year 2007. And to think, there's still one glorious day left. I can't wait to get run over or worse! Oh the anticipation is killing me.

Wait, is that ironic?

Who cares, fuck you all. Every single one of you!

Happy new year!