Ok, so it might be a little early to say that but what’s the big deal? What changed?

I was at the shopping market getting some chicken for a sammish and this dude steppes on my shoe. I was about to get postal and fuck up his day, but decided that was “2009″ not “2010″. 2010 is different, then it hit me.

The past carries over as long as we carry it.

New Year be damned we are still the same fucked up individuals we were.

Some of us might be able to pull of the hokus pokus and change our lives, but that comes from a need far greater than any New Year celibration can muster.

Real self realization comes not at the end of a communal year but at the end of a very personal ordeal that tests our views and boundaries.

So I ask people what is with all the delusional new years bull shit.

I reinvent myself very fucking day. Every motherfucking day I wake up and think…

Fuck…

Today is a mother fucking gift,

Today I can be excelent,

Today I will rise to the occasion that has become my life.

So I punched the guy in the dick and told him to watch his fucking step as he hit the floor in the bread isle.

-d

PS your welcome