All this talk of "New Years Resolutions" has really made me sick.
Resolutions are inevitable compromises of the human condition which are bound to become broken promises. Miracles are better suited for the reform I am in need of. Like they say, old habits are hard to break; we are who we are, and are likely to remain the person we have been. Here's to a atypical new year, nevertheless.
Also, because I can no longer put-off flaunting him to the world, that little number down below is Oreo; otherwise known as the love of my life. (Where's my proud parent sticker when I need it most?)
Click here for other pictures from the set...It's nice to finally have the time on my hands to post these, although I'd only imagine it may seem odd to anyone else that I am just doing so now; one week after the fact. I drag my feet, more than I really should, and if I were one to set resolutions I'd make it a point to amend. "Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone." And so begins another era.