If you think last year went by faster than the previous, you’re right. I’ve come to the humble realization that, the older you get, the faster years go by. No studies have shown this statement to be true, but I know this information as fact. This knowledge does not come as a surprise, but it does come with a dollop of sadness and a shit ton of motivation. Don’t let days, weeks, months and years pass you by. Use your youth and do some shit. Make lists and cross items off. Set lofty and lazy goals to mix things up and keep you motivated. And unless you’re a hooker and getting paid for it, don’t blow it.
I promise to do the following this year:
Be a good person to those that I love
Build up those that depend on me
Read and write more
Keep filthy dirty diary of secrets and share it with one person
Take dance lessons
Add at least two tailored suits to wardrobe
Reincorporate pink in my fashion selections
Make several dirty home movies
Expand my mind with reality altering drugs
Don’t murder anyone
And to be in the safe side, just in case I slip up on any one of these goals, don’t get found guilty for murdering anyone in the court of law.