2009?

This is one of those nostalgia pieces written through the morning haze of an ill-tempered hangover. Also I'm feeling a bit pretentious, so ignore pretty much everything I say.

It's the first day of yet another year. Oh fucking great! Another start to another meaningless length of time. I'm not really sure I understand the human need to break up everything we need to do in life in accordance with years. Like New Year's Resolutions, a fresh start, that kind of thing. Why the need for a year to start that? Why haven't you already started? Why have you let time pass when you could have started that diet or quit smoking earlier?

The point of new year's eve is literally just an excuse to drink. Hell, I celebrate the beginning of every week with a drink. Not for symbolic reasons, just because its a reason.

So I urge anyone who got this far to do what you want to do now. Putting it off for new year means you probably aren't all that interested in it anyway.

Just treat life as what it is, a chance to do anything you want.