2011

For some reason, I'm more anxious to have the calendar flip over to the next year more than any other time I can remember. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because I've obsessed about death for some reason this year. Maybe I feel like it's the next year that will hold whatever greatness I can achieve with my life. Or maybe I'll get eaten alive by a snake, who the hell knows. Time to move the fuck on, motherscratchers.