trying (and failing) to make small talk

i greet the new year with snot and fever.

despite all the things i gulped down i was sober and that was possibly the worst part.


so, this is it then?

another lesson for me to shove into the xp pile..

who knows, who cares...

i'm not even here.


how can i be, when my soul still drags her feet on those too familiar alleys?


to change, to run away, to flee..

i'm sick of this mantra now.


so, here's my resolution for 2008:

let's be honest, at least when we're not in public:


"The fiction of going through changes together is an asinine legacy of the Middle Ages."



viva kronk & iå cthulhu!