New Year

Islas, party of one. Your new year is ready.

Hey guys!

It's a new year, which means... well, alright. Let's admit it. It basically means nothing, except that now we have to remember to write the new year on your checks.

Just kidding! I'm pretty sure the only places where they still use checks are also places where they still don't have women's rights. Or electricity.

Last year, I used the opportunity to admit to myself that I was basically going to give up on everything, which has really relieved a lot of pressure. And so far, I've been pretty successful at not being successful. I'm still living at home. I'm single by choice (though it's not really my choice). I will have been working at the comedy thing for what'll be a year in a few months, which is about fourteen years shy of what it usually takes to possibly make it. We'll see if I don't give up before then.

Or, if all goes according to plan, I won't have to since the world is going to end on December 21, 2012. If society starts falling apart, it may very well be my year! I can put my plans of comedy on hold and get work as a ruthless warlord. It may just be the fire under my ass I need to move on with my life.

Alright. It's time for me to get back to watching Greenberg for the third time and indulging my vanity by comparing myself to Ben Stiller's character, while still wearing my pajamas at 11:00 AM in my parents' living room.

But tomorrow, I'm going to start running again for sure.

PS Here are some pictures from my actual New Year celebration. No, I didn't actually spend it alone with a bottle of vodka... what do you think I am? Some sort of loser? Jeez.