It has come to this, I'm finally going back to camp.

best days of 2007 came to me in the year's final struggle before it's death.
i watched in excitement as the she trashed, then fell silent.

Flashes of lights in the sky heralds a new birth.

2007 was a year that left a bitter taste in my mouth, 2008 will be one of change.
The thought of it leaves me dizzy with excitement.

With that said, a year is a year, moved on by the repeated gradual fading of light to dark, and dark to light.
There is no physical indication of a start or a finish, nor a mark that separates the months from days, or hours and seconds.

The gears will spin on mindlessly, and no one can do anything to stop it.

There is Nothing New Under the Sun.

First change to occur:
Fobble ChatterBox gives way to Cbox. (Good riddance bitch!)


Happy New Year people.

"If I tell you I'm strong will you play along?
Will you see I'm as insecure as anybody else?"