January 3, 2010

brush your shoulders

But look at those dangly things on my shirt! I'm in love. That's about the most exciting thing to happen to my shoulders in 2009.

That band is Surfer Blood. They were fun. I ate a bagel. That was also fun.
Only in big metropolitan cities where intoxication is one of its main imports and exports, is New Years Eve a bigger deal than it ought to be. New Year's Eve is an heiress that I'm not very impressed with. I'm pretty sure I always spend the night just praying that I don't get killed by some freak circumstance, or vomited/wept on. I spend the entire night praying I'm having a better time than you. It turns me into the jealous ex-girlfriend of no one. It's a very odd moment. But I have fun despite the date. 2009 was alright.

But now that that event's over and I can look forward to the great potential before me, all I can say is that I've got a very good feeling about 2010. I know exactly who I am, where I am, when I am. I know what I want (and what I don't want), and I see less and less reason to be afraid of either anymore. I will appreciate everything and everyone.

Remind me I wrote that on December 31, 2010.

The one thing I really should learn this year is how to do my taxes in my favor. That's the final step in becoming a real live grown-up...

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