Happy happy, people. In 2013, there are a lot of things I'd like to do, say and be. But for right now, I'd settle for GETTING RID OF THIS FUCKING COLD. Blarghhhhhh!

[sniff]

Just stumbled onto the term "histrionic personality disorder." Wow. I know people like this, I just didn't know there was a name for it.

I really should study psychology a bit more.

Vacation has kicked off nicely: partying, record shopping, football. But I still haven't wrapped a single present. Tomorrow will do nicely, I think...

Too much booze and drugs this weekend, not enough LUV. Wait, I take that back-- all kinda friend-love, which is nice.

I wore the ugliest xmas sweater ever, and I'm not proud of it. Wait, I take that back, I'm KINDA proud of it.

I look forward to the holidays, and vacation, and whatever pleasures the future holds, both immediate and long term. And I DON'T take that back.

Feeling like a bear in his cave, seeing the onset of Winter. I look out, and there's rain, and not much else. It's kind of beautiful and kind of lonely.

Some winters are longer than others...

Well for the first time in a long time, I can actually say it's been a looong week (going back to last week), and that teenagers can go f**k themselves-- at least until next week, then it's all good again, more or less. Now for five days of vacation, food, friends, wine, books and, apparently, lots of rain. Oh--- and some Xmas shopping. (But first: a trip down to SF Amoeba tomorrow, to get me some new Crystal Castles, Bat For Lashes, plus some other cool random shit. I'm spoiled, I know it.)

I seem to be in one those phases when I don't see people as much. Perfectly content to go to a cafe with a book of Lovecraft under my arm, rather than scuffling together plans, or going by myself to a bar or something. Of course, this is more of a phase; the social side comes out eventually. It can get tiring trying to make things happen, though. Perhaps I should just make some "friends" out of used car parts and old clothes. I could name them, assign them personalities, and so on. There's nothing wrong or creepy about that, right?

Too much Lovecraft, I guess.

Mellow weekend spent hiking, watching sports, and drinking some wine. Movie: The Sleeping Beauty (quite odd, but good). My teams won, and soon I'll make some spaghetti and meatballs.

You know, I'm gonna make a terrific old person, I've decided. I'll probably own multiple cats and occasionally wear a hat. My library, by that time, will be outstanding.

Mmmmm.... old books.

Is it possible to die from eating too much pasta and garlic? [Curls into fetal position and waits to see.]

Maybe it's just me, but I'd guess that guys who have a picture of themselves holding a gun for their profile pick have issues with their manhood. And by "manhood," I mean "wiener."

I read some graffiti somewhere a few years ago, that said something like, High Expectations Are the Road to Unhappiness. I thought it was cynical at the time, but now I feel that it's essentially true. The converse: Tempered Expectations Keep You Somewhat Mellow. Not as much of a ring to it, but again, essentially true.

The problem is, everyone feels Hope, and Hope is so unreasonable.