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So it's the new year. 1-1-10. A fresh start, so they say. A time for people to make resolutions and promises to themselves and others that they will not keep. A day for people to be inspired for.. whatever it is they're inspired for, and to marvel in the wonder that they've managed to live this long.

I'd think, then, we're all obligated to make some attempt at deep-thoughted, cheery blog posts. Except, I'm not really going to do that.



I've spent nearly my entire Christmas Vacation doing absolutely fuck all. I could have gotten ahead on my reading for school. I could have cleaned my house. I could have finished that picture of a Socktopus for my friends' long overdue wedding present (though I honestly don't know if they'd even appreciate it..). I could have finished organizing my wine and labeling everything that isn't labeled. I could have started working out so that I'd be in the habit of it before school started anew..

But I didn't.

I sat on my fucking ass. Like a vegetable. Incapable of scarce a thought of anything but watching shitty daytime tv and masturbating. The funny thing about it all, is I don't regret a thing. I busted my ass off through the coarse of 2009, and goddamn if I wasn't gonna end the year off with a bang.

So what do I look forward to in 2010? Fuck if I know. I can't tell the future. I think I'll just enjoy it as it comes.. just like I do every year.

Pipkin's Haiku of the Day:

Sitting on my couch,
My ass expands rapidly,
No one believes me.