new year, less us.

talks of the neeeeeeeeew {channel a daunting, spooky tone} year somehow instantly invite overprojected proposals, overestimations of energy, and impending doom. okay, that's a little dramatic, but you're picking up what i'm putting down, right? for example, i'd like to think that i really did write a letter every week in 2009 like i had resolved, but that's only relatively true if signing my name on my debit card receipts count.


instead of falling prey to the seduction of the advertising world's {or your own!}  new year/new you gimmicks, why not leave something behind, instead? fear of economic instability, blaming yourself or others for you-forgot-what, a nasty little habit, a tendency towards resentment... whatever it is, may the wayside engulf it and our journey into 2010 start off a little lighter. 

hey. is this thing on?

what more eloquent verbiage to make this house a home than that from our friend, britney. why, yes. and now a game of catch-up. 

in the past 3 months life sure made a name for itself. i landed safely back on dry texan soil after a wondrous semester across the pond, then someone handed me a college diploma, and after 19+ hours in the p.t. loser {but winner of my wallet} with one heck of a father and the blessings of a supporting mother i landed in the arms of b'more, usa. since then i have been working a pretty nice day job, for a federal gig. 

if you have made it here, thank you. your love and support means the world to me. leave a comment. rant. rave. and as the jett and the spears alike profess, come and take the time and dance with me.