Another NYE over. Midnight kisses and wishes are done, champagne's all gone, dresses and heels picked up off the floor.
Oh, hello 2011. Can I ya 'Leven? Too bad, 'Leven.
These pictures are so last year.
Sadly, that joke is already old. Oh well. I am not a monkey, here for your entertainment. Am I?
Speaking of monkeys, here is a warning for you all.
When you spend all night drinking Rodeo Clowns (rye & red bull), and you get so beyond drunk that your coherent sentences have gone by the wayside and all you can do is give the finger to everyone who walks by, I will make an example of you.
In this case, I got out the lipstick and eyeliner, and "clowned" this Rodeo Clown up real nice.
Kyle - you've been blogged.
A couple days into the new year, and I'm still keeping pretty positive about it.
I should probably mark that down on my calendar, cuz it's surely a record.
I've already put some changes into effect.
Whether good or bad, they've brought my anxiety levels down and given me a chance to re-think what I want. I'm putting plans into action, and am allowing myself to get excited about them.
This next month will have quite a few ch-ch-ch-changes. And I'll do everything in my She-Ra-like power to make 'em awestometastic.
Welcome to the jungle that is 2011. We got fun 'n games.
Axl said so. And he wouldn't lie.