I hate the new year. Emily insists that we go to visit our friends, but I'd really prefer a quiet night in. I suppose it's best to just grin and bare it.
A year closer to death. What a depressing way of looking at it. Kindness and consideration are merely tools to disguise the fact that all our lives are just bleak and meaningless.
Although I'll try and stay optimistic. What a lovely year this will be!
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A man walks into a zoo. There's nothing there but one dog. It was a shih-tzu.
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