i'm gonna scream my lungs out in rants and rambles and get bottles thrown at me
i'm gonna make an insane amount of cash of buy everything i don't need
i'm gonna unlock so many weapons and accomplishments in my video games
imma continue to contradict myself
i'm gonna take a picture
i might go back to school and teach them a thing or two
i'm gonna dance in the streets while it's raining
i'm gonna be active and move in sometimes athletic manners
i'm gonna talk to new people and remember their names
i'm gonna find even tighter jeans
i'm gonna roam the wastelands and fashion some yao guai slippers
i'm going to care more about sports than my own well being
i'm gonna get some new teef
i'm gonna get more tattoos and commit to long sleeves at work
i'm gonna get so much sex this year
i'm gonna let myself feel feelings
i'm gonna get 10th prestige and a nuke
i'm gonna talk to you and you'll remember why you don't associate with me outside of fbook
i'm gonna wear my Clay Matthews jersey out of season and tackle random people
imma visit SP and not black out
i'm going to do something meaningful
i'm going to stop making a mess
i'm going to make an effort
i'm probably just gonna continue to be an asshole, but less of one to you
i'm gonna wear more of my clothes or get rid of them
i'm gonna find something to be happy about and ruin it
i'm gonna work on my zombie survival skills
i'm gonna vote with my dollars
i'm gonna prognosticate and procrastinate and prove to myself that there isn't much to get excited about. nothing will ever be as good as it seems because i'm too good at lying to myself. i'm gonna exercise my american right to complain about the comforts of life and cry for someone else to make it better. i'm gonna write a lot of trivial crap this year. cheers.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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