So for this year I've decided this:
I will not take on other peoples fears. I'm good at it - done it for years, actually. But this year I vow to make different. I deserve that. Those who love me will understand without me having to explain. Gawd I'm thankful for good friends. It's kind of nice when everyone else can just fuck off and leave no permanent damage.
Kiki and I are going skating at the outdoor rink downtown. I called over and she was into the rum. I think she may be onto something. After all, it is the first Tuesday of the New Year. I'm really excited to be as wonderfully imperfect as I seem to be!
If life imitated television, teenagers would be twenty five, Mom would be thirty, and Grandma would be thirty-three. Are there any real people left?