And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
2008 is almost here. I don't enjoy the first few weeks of a new year...I always mistakenly write the wrong date on my checks. Plus there's the whole 'New Years Resolution' thing. Do I have any resolutions? No. But that doesn't keep me from feeling like I'm going to fail anyway.
My dad has offered me ridiculous sums of money if I quit smoking. I would be willing to accept his offer, if he would also promise to pay my psychiatrist's fees. Because, you know, I'd go crazy. Anyway.
Nothing new to report, otherwise. My days are long, and filled with Blues Clues and Elmo and all manner of loud, obnoxious toys. My nights are longer, and filled with booze and Guitar Hero and all manner of fun conversations with internet weirdos.
My dad has offered me ridiculous sums of money if I quit smoking. I would be willing to accept his offer, if he would also promise to pay my psychiatrist's fees. Because, you know, I'd go crazy. Anyway.
Nothing new to report, otherwise. My days are long, and filled with Blues Clues and Elmo and all manner of loud, obnoxious toys. My nights are longer, and filled with booze and Guitar Hero and all manner of fun conversations with internet weirdos.