Go home, 2013, no one likes you.

Happy New Year’s Eve, all. Be safe in your festivities. Cheers to you, for you are awesome. I love y’all. (Well, except YOU, because you’d make it weird.)

And hey, 2013? Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Onward!

The Year of Terrible Life Choices

I’ve been looking at life all wrong. I was going to stay single for the rest of 2013, try to get my head right.

Upon further reflection, I think it’s best to just embrace 2013 as the year of Terrible Life Choices and start fresh on January 1.

(I realize calendar years are entirely arbitrary, and today could be the first day of the rest of my life, and whatever the fuck. But I think it’s clear I have no concept of logic. Hence, Smug 2014!)