At last, the end of another perfectly fucked up year is nigh. Yay, Father Time! Sadly, noone has invited me to participate in their reindeer games this evening, and, while it stings; somehow I kinda suspect I'll find the strength to go on. It'd only cut into my unshakeable plans to be drunk and morose and hanging off the railing of my balcony.
Besides, the one I want to kiss at 00:00 is in another country, anyway.
Having watched a really bad dub of Wedding Crashers yesterday and being completely inspired by its simple yet timeless wisdom; I'm ready to turn over a new leaf. Possibly a whole forest. Definitely that rock I usually hide under. I've a sneaking suspicion I can make this coming year worse than last. Which is saying a lot.
Song of the Day: The Everly Brothers- ('Til) I Kissed You. It seemed appropriate, and I've always loved me some pleasing Everly Brothers harmonies.
A final resolution:
- 2 words: The Iliad. Not in the original Greek or anything, but still.
Glad to see that the online slot machine folks stopped by again yesterday with some Yuletide greetings. It really means a lot to me that y'all care. Now, if I could only persuade you to click on some ads whilst you're here.
Thanks also to Sonya for her heartfelt and concerned comment. I sometimes find myself in situations when coffee is sadly unavailable and/or I simply require the extra kick of a couple of caffeine pills. It's completely under control, as with my burgeoning heroin habit, I really don't have time for any other addictions. The portion of my New Year's Resolutions wherefore I vowed to stop being so hard on myself (or at least try) all of the time is due to the fact that I've elevated self-deprecation to new heights (or lows) and kinda refuse to see anything positive in myself at times. Hell, I even occasionally send myself hatemail hereabouts, as noone (other than someone named Rob, much obliged) will do so. I've been quite fond of donning the hairshirt (black, of course; don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Only black is the new black) and making with the keening and wailing at times. I tend to take the blame for everything, whether or not it's actually my fault. But now, I'ma work on that. I may even learn to take a compliment, not that all that many get thrown my way or anything.
Bottom line: Until I learn to better accept who and what I am, she (who/wherever she may be) won't take me seriously. Nope, not explaining myself real well; all part of being a mystery wrapped inside a riddle and an enigma. Or however that goes.
I also watched The Dukes of Hazzard yesterday. Now, having taken copious notes, I feel ready to undertake driving again. Perhaps one day soon I shall rent me a car. Or as it'll turn out, one of them crash-test vehicles.
And I totally bought Jessica Simpson's method portrayal of hot young snatch on the hoof. She's quite the actress, that one. What range. What depth. Did I mention her rack? I also loved her role as doomed babysitter on an episode of The Twilight Zone a while back. Has she been killed in a horror movie yet? If not, it's long overdue. Especially since horror movies often involve gratuitous female nudity. And beheadings. Really, what more does a movie need?
1) Hen Yanni (Israeli Dolce & Gabbana model. I liked the name, fucking sue me.)
2) Michelle Yeoh (I do believe that I feel some Yellow Fever coming on. there's just something so cool about a chick what could totally kick your ass. yeah, you know what I'm talking about, don't play coy; I ain't buying it.)
3) Rachel Yakar (soprano opera singer. what can I say, ''Y'' was kind of a difficult letter.)
4) Mae Young (legendary professional wrestler. too bad about the way the WWE used her the last time I watched its programming; ancient, decrepit womenfolks should simply not be Naked, it goes against all that is good and decent and pure.)
5) Amy Yasbeck (actress and widow of John Ritter. as a child, she was featured on the cover of the Betty Crocker Easy Bake Oven.)
Not to worry, I'm only on the 2nd floor. No big. Anyway, it's been grand boring y'all this past year or whatever it's been since I began on April 23rd. Enjoy yourselves tonight. It is, after all, Saturday. Or Amateur Night, if you prefer. Anyway, be good and be safe. Taxis will likely be a bitch to get, but public transportation will likely be going all night. Cops get a smidge put out when you try to lose them in a car chase. They tend to shoot first, and if y'all live, then ask ?'s. I'm just saying. As a pedestrian, I worry.