Year: 2014

Here we go:  another year in this thing called life.  I think I'm going to Marilyn Monroe my way through 2014.  Rock the curves, take a lot of pills, fuck whomever, and smile guiltily the whole time.  I can't think of a single reason not to be happy or pretend to be happy through every moment in my life.  Even if I'm just pretending, at least I won't be contributing to the belly fat accumulating around my waist (stress - google it.).
I would also like to write my own version of Modern Family, with more dysfunction and mystery.  Actually, I'll probably just write that screenplay in my head and then not share it with anyone, thus maintaining the status quo of accomplishing nothing outside of my day job.  I mean, why screw with a formula that has kept me in moderate pre-bankruptcy for this long??

Or ... maybe I'll just wear 3-D glasses all through 2014, so I think things are more intense than they really are.  This theory might work for hordes of people, making me an entreprenuer.  People can pay me double the regular "life-rate" just to see their life up close(r).

I literally have no idea how I'm going to make 2014 better.  Move?  Change jobs?  Find love?  Create art?  Watch "Frasier"?

Here's one thing for sure:  fewer words in my brain.  Fewer words which interfere with my brain.  That's really all I ask for.  And a new friend.  A friend.  Someone with whom I can share secrets and aspirations and dreams.  (And who is a good snuggler.)  Do such people exist outside of movies??