Decade the second: More decader...

Minions rejoyce! I return from the land of the living once again with blood curdling stories and interesting happenings! I tell you what, all that living really takes it out of you! It takes your life, some might say! Exclamation marks! But now I am really getting back into the ole Flan swing (TM) of things. A brief recapof things that have happened to me lately:
-Got Dumped
-Got Fired.

And that was the last bit of last year I remember. I would be still drunk and incoherant if anyone would by my junk for money, but, alas, it seems as though I have already sold all the things that are worth anything and now all I am left with are those sentimental pieces that you hang on to because they remind you of a rainy sunday morning three years ago when you felt you had crap all worked out. Not that there is anything wrong with sentimental crap, but if it is sentimental crap that is worth any money then you feel guilty if you sell it for money and sober if you don't A less sophisticated catch 22 perhaps, but still quite true.

Anyway:

Tonight is the night of a new year. I quite enjoy the new year times, compared to say, christmas, where this holiday and reflective occasion does not actually require me to be around anyone. This time, however, I did decide to spend the night with a couple of friends, watching movies and having a drink ect, and my new new years tradition, which is the new years steak. Just steak, nothing else. Because it is my personal philosophy that you should always start each bench mark of your life in the way that you intend to finish that period: for example, this is why I am always very, very drunk on my birthday and new years. I know I'm going to be that way at the end of the year.

Some people might consider this pessimistic, or even cynical, but it is simply maths and science, and its hideous offsping, hope, which through the proper steps you can keep chained up in the basement. Don't worry about feeding hope, that might breed an unadvised attachment to the beast, no, ust know that it thrives well enough on the rats of doubt that grow in you mind and gnaw at the side of your waking consciousness. Its not really a bad thing, it can in fact engender some comfort in life, and you soon lear to sleep through the banging nosies it makes at night.

Anyway:

Must all aquaintence be forgot?

Probably.