written by owen
Christmas seemed to rush pass like a lit fire cracker on the back of a fatman in a red costume. I was so swamped in work that the month managed to come and pass without leaving me a present or a fuzzy feeling inside my pants. Its been a good year, I did not die. As opposed to die-ing in peace which would have totally made my year worth the 12 months. No I'm not morbid. My room is still a mess hopefully no one comes over. Oh look what you've done! You've made a fool of everyone. You were warned.
I have said it all before, like anything worth writing it came inexplicably and without reason. Fish in the sea you know how I feel. Sagacious as rabid cat, recent events and a sudden, intuitive realization through an ordinary circumstance has led me to believe that people are incapable of being determined in advance whether by observation, experience or reason and playing it safe is so lacking in interest that it causes mental weariness.
It might have been the best year ever. Little did he know, next year is going to be a roller coaster. The ride has started already and the car has not even reached the track. It has been good up until this point hence forth and here after I expect it will only change. Any change at all would introduce the potential of a random ice berg (de-ja-vu moment). While some people will constantly be searching for better and better. I like the unpleasant people that I already know. All being said and done, this year, like many a year before, in which I did not die tragically - was a success. I've met some wonderful people and gotten to know others better. Tis the end of the christmas post. See you in the new year.