Right now I’m washing down chocolates with prosecco. No need for a glass because at this hour, it's down to just me.  Happy New Year Jezzies. Cheers!

I just spent the last 2 hours having my partner explain how shrooms may (and then later getting concerned that shrooms may not) help my mental health issues despite me never bringing this particular subject up in the first place. I guess I can’t be happy on his terms without drugs is the take home message. So, happy…

Meh. You can’t even really see the Space Needle from my corner anymore because of all the damn hotel construction, it’s all rainy, I’m exhausted,the customers were even more stupid than usual.

Just watching for the ball to drop like always and wishing happy new year to my cousins across many time zones and many countries via Facebook.

You are spot fucking on.

When I was coming home from walking the dog (in my torn turtleneck, ratty jeans, etc), an neighbour came out and said “come in for drinks; we’ve got a few people in” (none of whom I know), and I’m like “Thanks, I’m good, I don’t actually like parties, but thanks”, and thinking that I’m not dressed for anything and…

New Year celebrations are for the youths! I’m planning to start the year off right tomorrow with a four mile run, no matter the weather! It doesn’t look like it will be too bad, maybe a little cold, but no precipitation.

I’m ringing in the new year in my traditional way: Sitting on my couch under a blanket, sipping wine, and reading a book or watching movies. I stopped doing New Year’s hoopla a decade ago, and it was a great decision. I don’t hate New Year’s, I am just generally apathetic about it. I nothing it. So I stay in.

I’m a committed SPQR revivalist, so I’m just happy I get to write MMXX on all my checks now.

Found a pair of 2020 glasses while out shopping with Duckling. Donned them and told Kiddo “Look, I have 2020 vision!”

Happy new year kids, 2019 has been wild fucking ride but it's ending better than I could have expected. Here's to light and life and love in 2020...whether it comes through luck, hard work or radical, costly generosity. 

I’ve always believed in quality over quantity, and I am an old married person. 

I have found my people. Both of my parents became trash at some point in my teens and early 20s, so I have lots of stories. Want to hear about the time my mother punched me in the face and bought me a car to apologize? What about the very eventful story of my dad’s family-ending affair and the fact that he now owns a…

To stop eating chocolate for six months. It ended at around 12:02 a.m on 1/1/2016 when I realised that my mother had made her Death By Chocolate cake/trifle and, well, I’m a fucking slaggy whore for chocolate and what’s a boy to do but be found at 12:15 ladling said-confection into his mouth behind the sofa, eh?

Every damn year I swear I AM NOT GETTING ANY PARKING TICKETS! Sometimes I have to start over by lunar new year, sometimes again at Rosh Hashana. In 2018 I got fuckin towed for hundreds of dollars! Gawddamnit!

I am the same way. My life is an open book (well, more like a podcast you can’t turn off.) A quick glance at my voluminous commenting history here will confirm this. The six words that should strike fear into any of my conversation partners are, “I never told you this story?”

My resolution was to get over this dude I had a crush on by sleeping with as many other dudes as I could. I was doing pretty well, averaging one dude/week, until May when I slept with said crush. 12 years later were married with two kids, so I really failed that one hard.

Stop telling people so much about my life! I made this “resolution” back in 2006, and broke it three minutes later. I tell everyone everything about myself. Want to talk about my bipolar dad? Great! Sit down, you’ll be here for a while. They’re not even interesting stories really, I just have to tell everyone…

To quit smoking. I still need to do this. I did it once, when i was 30 for six months, but not as a new years resolution, more for a guy, and then he broke my heart and i started smoking again because I wanted to have quit for myself, not him. But before I got around to quitting again my sister died, and then my dog…

Dry January 2019. Made it until January 3.