I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side

Well this is the New Year.

Hey don't judge me. It's not my fault everybody likes to blog on the First day of the New Years. Sue me. I am trying to retain what little bit of originality that can be salvaged from my self destruction by posting this blog REALLY late(as if that's special). So tada. I saw Juno, and the soundtrack alone kinda restored me. I was like Pacman, and I couldn't find the cherries and the Ghost were on my tail, but Out of nowhere came that glowing power ball and now I am ready to turn around and eat those very same ghosts. I feel empowered. I am still single, but hey it happens. I have a lot of years to live so no worries.I look forward to having a good year. I hope this world will take some very important steps toward good hearted and no strings attached peace. I know it can happen. I know that I am destined to do something amazing and important but I haven't found it yet. In other News I have honed my baby skills. I mean of course I get it wrong, but they work when it's important. In four days I am off to go home. I hope the air doesn't sting my lungs. I saw it snow for the first time in some years and I felt a sense of innocence and wonder that I had missed for some years. I hope I will never become jaded about the snow. I really need to make myself a snowman. His name is Joe. And fuck you if you get pissed because all of the words below are too close together. Listen to the song and then I am pretty sure you'll care just a little less. It can be found on the official Juno Website.Hell. Listen to the whole soundtrack.

Loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take tripsTo San Francisco, double dutch discoTech TV hottie, do it for ScottyDo it for the living and do it for the deadDo it for the monsters under your bedDo it for the teenagers and do it for your momBroken hearts hurt but they make us strong, andWe won't stop until somebody calls the copsAnd even then we'll start again and just pretendThat nothing ever happenedWe won't stop until somebody calls the copsAnd even then we'll start again and just pretendThat nothing ever happenedWe're just dancing, we're just huggingSinging, screaming, kissing, tuggingOn the sleeve of how it used to beHow's it gonna be?I'll drop kick Russell StoverMove into the starting over houseAnd know Matt Rouse and JestAre watching me achieve my dreamsAnd we'll pray all damn day, every dayThat all this shit our president has got us in will go awayWhile we strive to figure out a way we can surviveThese trying times without losing our mindsSo if you wanna burn yourselfRemember that I LOVE YOUAnd if you wanna cut yourselfRemember that I LOVE YOUAnd if you wanna kill yourselfRemember that I LOVE YOUCall me up before you're deadWe can make some plans insteadSend me an IM, I'll be your friendShysters live from scheme to schemeAnd my 4th quarter pipe dreamsAre seeming more and more worth fighting forSo I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacationAnd I'll say FUCK BUSH AND FUCK THIS WARMy war paint is sharpie inkAnd I'll show you how much my shit stinksAnd ask you what you thinkBecause your thoughts and words are powerfulThey think we're disposableWell both my thumbs opposableAre spelled out on a double wordAnd triple letter scoreWe won't stop until somebody calls the copsAnd even then we'll start again and just pretendThat nothing ever happenedWe won't stop until somebody calls the copsAnd even then we'll start again and just pretendThat nothing ever happenedWe're just dancing, we're just huggingSinging, screaming, kissing, tuggingOn the sleeve of how it used to be