The Mayan Apocalypse never happened. So it's not like I have a plan for 2013. I kinda thought we'd all be annihilated in a fiery blaze or thrown into Dante's Divine Comedy or something. I didn't really plan past my own death, you know?
Well, I'm glad I'm still alive. This is good. Especially since we started watching Friday Night Lights on DVD. It would have really sucked if we had died before even finishing the very first season. For this, I am grateful.
I'm mostly gluten-free but I had pizza for breakfast on New Year's Day. It's going to be that kind of year.
13 is actually a lucky number. I don't know why everyone thinks the opposite. Bad press?
I finally updated the software on my iPhone. You see, I don't have a computer to sync it to and was afraid to use my boyfriend's in case I lost stuff or the process went catastrophically awry. But alas, my phone was woefully out of date and when I couldn't get the Snap Chat app, I snapped. Now that my phone is all up-to-date, my engagement with reality has become even more tenuous.
I'm tempted to distract myself at this very moment with my iPhone as I'm basically talking out of my ass and running out of pithy one-liners.
I guess I could try to wax poetic about my lofty goals for 2013 except I don't have any. Cutting back on Cheetos is as far as I've gotten.
I could maybe shower more often...
I'm thinking in Tweets now which kinda scares me.
I want to pick up that damn phone again. Must. Stay. Focused.
Whoever said writing was fun is full of shit. Wait, has anyone ever said that? Probably not.
I will complete my first great masterpiece this year! I can't even write that with a straight face.
I think the showering thing will keep me busy for a while. This will buy me some time to reflect.