cogito ergo doleo

Technically, my title makes sense-it’s been twenty-eleven for three hours and forty-seven minutes according to my phone, which, of course, is what I’m typing my first post of the new year on.

I don’t make much sense. Ever. It’s kind of how my life works. I’ve tried to fit it into one of those neat little boxes you can check off on government forms and it never quite fits. I’m an anomaly. I’ve made peace with that-but only recently and very tentatively.

I’m having a crisis…I know..it’s like four hours into the new year…again, it’s kinda how I roll. I don’t know what to do or say right now and I’m barely buzzed from NYE at this point. I’m just drained and sad. I’m hopeful, but I don’t know if I really have any right to be.

We’ll see.

Happy New Years.

I hope the year of our lord (judging from advertisements money?) 2011 is better for you than 2010 was.

Keep it real kids.

❤ ry