I don’t normally celebrate much less acknowledge New Year’s, but I felt compelled to make a journal entry whilst seeing 2015’s tail disappear into a much desired forgotten miasma. It seems like 2015 was a pretty rough year for a lot of people, so maybe the stars or whatever will align for a more propitious era… I will end with this missive:
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but no one liked you. Also, f*** you.
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Text: My resolutions, it turns out, are pretty basic. If nothing else, 2015 has been a humbling year. That can kiss my ass. \0/