I felt like I need to rush over here and then I was like, what am I talking about – they can figure out it’s a New Year on their own. I believe in them. (I believe in you.)
And I’m not gonna talk about the whole 2012 debacle and whether John Cusack is as embarrassed as everyone else who really believed – and I’m assuming he did based solely on him doing that 2012 movie, which yes I realize he didn’t star in alone but I just *feel* like he meant it. You know?
It’s not important. Look. Let’s just…start over. Happy New Year. I still don’t care about resolutions and I’m not even gonna trackback to the other new year posts where I say that because we both know they exist. I still don’t journal-blog so no dice on the whole “what I plan for this year”. I still blog at 2:52 in the morning. Steadfast. Ever me. But it’s 2013… is it just me or is this like a filler year? Like 1998. It’s so devoid of whimsy and mystique. It’s like, Almost 2014, Just Hang On A Minute. Amirite?! What is that about?! And I don’t mean that in a “nothing magnificent is gonna happen”, I mean it like…it’s …filler? You get me. ::stamps ring into sealing wax::
Huh. Am I losing my funness? (To which you go, you were fun here?) But no, like in real life, I’m preeetty fun. Seriously. Kinda the life of the party. I mean, I don’t go to parties but if I did, full of life they’d be! Wow, I’ve never been more sad about a true sentence. I don’t go to parties. O_O Is that for real? That’s devastating!
Okay, before I started questioning my life choices I was *trying* to say, sometimes when I read my more recent writing I come off like a jerkface. How’d you guys let that happen? Boo. I think dry is getting too dry. Or maybe I should go back to reviewing things or generally being entertaining.
Hm. You’ve given me a loooot to think about. ::watches The Simpsons::