Look at this, y’all. It appears as if we have a new year on our hands. Whereas it is the 12th day of the year and most bloggers chose to write their “first post of the year” inside the 1-7 day range … I’m well aware that I’m not a blogger, rather just some guy who periodically (seems to be more on the sporadic side as of later) posts some words to a blogger account. Look at me, ma… I’m a writer.
Welcome to the year 2-thousand-and-nine, the voyage through the 21st century continues, surging on… Finding me at the start of my 26th trip around the sun.
2009, oh what do you have in store for us?
A new President? You betcha, he’s being sworn in soon (or so I hear). A homicide rate (per 100,000 people) that drops for the second year in a row? I sure hope so. The economy … well, it should rebound, but who fucking knows.
I’m hoping Miley Cyrus dies. I could go into the reasons as to why … but let’s just cut to the chase and leave it at that. She has no upper lip, btw.
Big things for you, big things for me … Please start calling your resolutions “goals” as you’ll stand a better chance of achieving them, than tossing them aside because that’s the fate of all previous resolutions.
I’m cold, when it comes to the blog … But here’s to setting a goal of thawing out. There’s no better way to do this than to bust into one of my favorite (and only consistent, yet absent – abducted by my own laziness) segment: Steez at the Movies.
Cheers to you.
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