Its that time of day again.
I've firmly established my opinion amongst my family that 2006 was boring hell hole of a year. And interestingly, I'm perfectly willing to pretend that it never happened. The places, the people, the things, and the multiple attempts to get me to open up, all in the past. Everything. I'm going to start out new with 2007, whatever that means. Because seriously, being a kind, concerned, and loving character these years will get you nowhere fast.
So here's to 2007; may you be full of guilt-free thoughts and smoke enough cigarettes to destroy the ozone and drink enough Jack Daniels to drown the world.
And on another note, if you in fact do know who Moby is, the great Ambient/Electronic master of sorts, please listen that song I'm listening to right now, because its just great. Period.



