Ultranormal

I want to make a post about all of my fabulous and inspired New Year’s resolutions, but I am sure they are just like everybody else’s: No more kicking old ladies or driving over dogs while they cross the street.
Ugh. I can’t think of any real resolutions, which means I am totally deluded in my near-perfectness or have just gotten old enough to know the real me.
Brian, from years ago, doesn’t know how he feels about this post: