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My fourth blog. Amazing yet disconcerting. Don't worry; this'll go away in a year or so. |
![]() Good afternoon, kind people! I love the New Year themed prompts ![]() Formula? That means math, and y'all know I don't play math well in this here writing of stuff about writing and not maths. That's not to say I dislike math; maths are important and I don't shy away from dropping verbal maths (as long-time readers will know). It's just that...when you get technical and want me to produce a formula...the angst and anxiety comes out, and I go into batshit recluse mode. Not a bad place to be, by the way. Me though? I'm formula-deficient. See "This one's about teaching, tradition, and TWLOHA." ![]() ![]() And I've learned not to promise anything to myself either, because I know I'll let myself down. I'm the biggest a-hole to myself than anyone has ever been to me, and I know a lot of a-holes. That said, 2015 should be a beast. A friendly beast; kind and searching for more beasts like him. Introspection sucks balls, this year and every one after. ![]() Like I said y'all...I don't make resolutions. I don't believe in setting myself up for failure. I'll do what I do, take my chances, and deal with what becomes of it. If this is the new year ![]() Ain't no book gonna tell me how to live. Not much I haven't seen before. Naps though...naps are great. I need to take more of them (solid ones), and I need to stay vigilant concerning a good nod-off (which I could use right now). I still haven't closed the book on two decades but...I'm thoroughly unprepared to start a new book in and of 2015. ![]() ![]() I guess I do have one traditional New Years song, and it's this one... "Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties, as we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better than the last." Lyrics. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Alright, I'm done here for another day. Thank you, do your thing, peace, can we have one last dance, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |