The obsession with everything related to this blog has come to an end. Looking back at me through the camera is a blind spot; not a stain that can be wiped off with a damp cloth. Twitter is like Goa: everyone is there right now. Facebook gives me updates on events, and suggestions to become a fan of things no one cares about.
Of all the things that shouldn’t matter, networking is something that can now be easily done without. Forget spamming people with blog links, there is no motivation to go online to even check mail. To those who know me, it’ll come as a surprise that I talk way too much now. It’s like someone gave me nitrazepam, I just can’t stop talking.
The new (old) business strategy soon to get back on track my lifestyle, the devil bless those who have been loading me with alcohol and drugs since the beginning of December.
You will not believe how much a person’s views and tolerance level can change instantly; I will throw something at anyone who wants to talk about ‘spirituality’. I will speak for 10 whole minutes on how sick I am of everything spiritual (except tantric sex), and then I will pick up and throw a potentially harmful object. Not sure if it means I’ve turned into a materialist, but a fine black hat and a new pair of shades made me very happy, fuck yeah. Another jhol or five and I’ll throw a party and go on a shopping spree. Whee.
I have a week to think about the year gone by, and a few weeks before I get busy with work. Every morning my reflection has this twinkle in its eyes as it says to me in the friendliest tone I’ve ever heard, “It’s okay.” That’s supposed to mean either that letting go of the past is okay, or that things are already fine and shit in general shouldn’t be a cause of bother. The most reassuring thing to hear as I strike ‘internet connection’ off the hibernation to-do list. See you in 2010.
Guess who this superhot babe is and win a bottle of Antiquity Rare Whisky in February 2010.