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December 23, 2007
The clean slate of a new year has always been a hopeful one for me… mixed with dread. I’m incredibly excited about it, yet when I express it to others it sounds absolutely morbid. There’s this little ball of bursting energy stuffed deep in my system, probably stuck in a stiff muscle, quivering in its restricted area, dying to be tapped and released, free to bounce around and declare sunshine and happiness and all that damn jolliness. It just doesn’t match my voice and style. So, I just hang around, lean on walls and say… ‘whatever’. What’ll happen will do.