"new year's day"

resolutions are for people that are about to be very disappointed in themselves. new year's parties are for people to drink like beginners and make out with people they wouldn't normally. many will vomit. it's a fucking insult. i've got some time in here. i'm a local.

anyway, i got a few days off for this ass-hole holiday, and for that i am grateful. it's 7:40 am, and i've been up for a hundred years. this is my last day off, so i've got to make it good. can't vacuum or listen to music yet, but i've had a shower and done my day's shopping. toilet paper, sodium bombs, and beer. i've got tools, and i intend to use them. i feel pretty legitimate.

i am currently obsessed with the idea of guerrilla art. it tickles me. the chance to surprise strangers with an artifact that may delight or horrify them. and the equal bonus, hopefully, of gaining silent, anonymous noteriety. contradiction of terms, you say? balderdash! it can happen, as long as i don't brag too much. my accomplice is of the highest integrity. we intend to have some fun. nobody gets hurt. brilliant!

can't say much more on that topic, lest i piss in my own boot. (yeah, i just made that up...).

bez, i recently gave you that name, you know who you are. i hope that you are doing especially well, and i hope you like my ideas.

same goes for you, red (new one!), thanks for the pizza! i can't believe i ate the whole thing. hell, i'll be talking to you in about 45 minutes. weave me some lovely thoughts.

inevitability comes to mind, we are a predictable people. assholes drink too much on new year's eve and tell secrets that should never be told. i grow another 10 minutes older. real pain can't be recalled accurately. and, wouldn't you know? even the tax-man is on my ass.

i'll deal with this, and you deal with that. everyone is redeemable. and i'm fucking cold and tired.

rrrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwwggggggggg.