So this is the New Year and all, and I feel a strange compulsion to write something that gently sums up the past year while looking to the next with a note of optimism and humor, but the fact is I got nuthin. Or rather, I just don't feel like writing anything resembling that type of thing.
I will say, however, that I do get the occasional reminder that I am getting older. Por ejemplo, whilst at the gym last night being subjected to the sounds of whiny white boy "why doesn't she like me and my tattoos?!?!" crap rock, I realized that in my head, I was quoting this guy. Jeez, what does it mean when parody becomes your sincerity?