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Take care, my sexy, sexy, sexiness…

Here’s an outburst of the personal for you…

I had some serious PR planning ambitions for tonight, but due to several technological setbacks, I’ve resorted to blogging. All the better — my recent writing feats have been lackluster at best. My last effort resulted in an 800 word article that threw up chunks of cliche and poorly timed sarcasm. It was not a pretty sight. Apologies go out to my friends and family. Keep the faith, yo.

Here’s another grave matter that quite detrimentally impacts my self-esteem — my Technorati ranking. It definitely merits some serious depression. Come on now…number 2,311,506? My blog is so far off the “cool meter”, it’s finding residence in Bahrain with Michael Jackson.

So here we are — at the end of another year. In all blog-etiquette-honesty, contrary to my religious and consumerist convictions, I haven’t been a fan of the holidays for the last two years. The reasons are deep rooted, intensely personal and have everything to do with the onslaught of pop-centric, Christmas albums.

I kid. Maybe it’s because this time of the year carries the overtone of conclusions followed by an imminent invitation for reflection. The combination of the two have a tendency to leave me drowning in a bucket of sour, self-deprecation. I get too easily entangled in strings of longing, regret, self-pity and bitterness – the antithesis of everything Christmas.

But this year, let me step out of my emo-fied comfort zone and boldly say that I had a good year. Maybe even a great year. It was 12 months abounding with nervous transitions, evolving relationships, stellar academic achievements, monumental personal strides, and a collection of the undefinable miscellaneous. They all amounted to something good, because when I remove my screen of cynicism — things really don’t look that bad. How’s that for a hearty dose of the warm and fuzzies?

RESOLUTIONS

This year (or rather, next year), I resolve to:

- be less emo and less sarcastic
- to be more witty and look more like a Main Street hipster
- to grow up and retire my cartoon t-shirts
- to be nicer to my family
- to smile only when I really mean it

Lastly, I also resolve to love, know and appreciate You more.

Since the chance of another update before Christmas and New Year’s are about as high as K-Fed’s reading level (…ZING!), let me take this moment to wish the only people who will read this blog (Derek, Pete and my stalker) — a VERY Merry Christmas and an orgasmic New Year!

Hi Derek — even though you expressed some serious antagonism towards blogs and you’re only reading this because I told you I would give you a “shout out” — you co-founded “lunch club” and that makes you cool.

Friends Forever, everybody (except my stalker).

Postscript: I actually don’t have a stalker and just wanted to note that stalking is a serious issue and not something to joke about during the holidays. Be cool and don’t rummage through anybody’s gabage cans.