Tuesday, January 1, 2013


It may seem like I have extraordinarily high expectations for this year. Impossibly high ones, Olympic-level high jump status. But here's the thing:

14 is my favorite number, or one of. Thus, I am pretty anxiously awaiting 2014, 'cause I imagine it'll be the best shit ever. And so, despite all my hopes and plans and optimistic dreams, I'm not putting too much weight on 2013. Which is good. 'Cause day one was a bust.

My brain can logic itself into any corner, out of any jam, and it logic-ed itself into one last binge. So, I've started off the year with the lowest possible barometer of success.

It can only go up from here. I'll try my best in 2013, but next year...it is on.

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