It has been over a year since I have updated this amazing cesspool of a journal that I have.
I must begin with "Happy New Year."
This is a year where we have many resolutions. First, we resolve not to have resolutions. Then we resolve to forever surrender ourselves to the most amazing cookie warrior that graces our doorstep. Or maybe those are just my resolutions.
As is obvious, inane journal posts come so naturally that being over 25 has absolutely no effect on my maturity level.
A lot has happened in my life right now, but the only person who cares about that is Dr. Bubtub, who is also a humanoid sink. Dr. Bubtub has been my therapist for many a century (even before I was conceived) and she has told me that the number one rule of staying sane is to blow bubbles even when it is impossible.
In other news, I have taken a major step towards life goals and it is very confusing. No, this is not about my desire to shed my skin to reveal that I have a brass interior that houses the original photographs of the first King Ape. It is about something far more dastardly, such as cheese.
I really need to stop. Alright. I'm an adult and serious time beckons.
But really, consider this: walnuts with legs.