We can't all get what we want for Christmas. Especially when we're atheists.

On the verge of a new year, I find myself alone in my apartment in a contemplative mood. Was canceled on for hanging outs this afternoon, and the wine I have tastes very strange, and leaves dark purple veiny-looking residue on my tongue. This has been a year of the stupid things I've done catching up with me and showing me what-for.

In February, I will have been single an entire year. I'm quite pleased with this, but in my previous post I think it's clear that the whole affair has its shortcomings.

This year I did nothing really worthwhile. I shared a few beautiful moments with a smattering of people and came to know myself a little bit more. Seems to be the older I get, the less I like myself.

Will tomorrow feel any different than today? Days mean little.

‎"They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. So they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead." - KVJ