Anew.

Alright, alright, alright. Tomorrow = Fast #2. It’s time. Time to start the new year. Time to clean this shit out.

Speaking of the new year, I’m having a hard time remembering to write 2008. Every effing time . . .

Right, so, the fast . . . I’ve been the picture of disastrous health lately and I need to get a hold of myself. Therefore: all day, no food. Just water. This is going to rock even harder than the first time. I am so fucking cool.

Jesus Christ, I swear a lot. That should have been my resolution. To get a goddamn hold of my language. But really, why bother? I like my vocal cords with a little flavor.

I really don’t know what I’m talking about. Gotta go.