Well, it's still the same. The latest diatribe is aggravating, convoluting, necrotizing and damn near interesting. There's this tradition where the excesses of the finished year are replaced with good intentions and the mouse ran away with the spoon. See how the serious ends up as ridiculous like the R & R after battle or the shower after that good cry - - 'cause I'm still in love with ye-ew.

That blooming into your new self is associated with starting a N E W year and, swear on my armpit, all that bad stuff about me is gone and don't I shoot pretty straight? It's gonna last all year and the dish ran away with the spoon. Staying in the cat seat through recovery is solid due to lip-licking anticipation of the after-burn. Like Jack Handey, in it to win it, don't swallow the lumps but by all means, love the ones you're with.