Goodness gracious, the year's almost over.

I've never really been one for resolutions. I thought about jacking Sushi's Year In Review, but that looks like a lot of work. We'll see how long the Vicodin keeps me awake, and honestly, my memory's not so great. Not sure I could think back that far.

I was just thinking, I've been truly blessed this year in my friends. I've got a pretty awesome support group. The year kind of turned into a shit fest for me, but my friends have all been there, making fun of my crippled ass and making me laugh (which is really the most important thing.)

And I don't just mean the friends who I see on a day-to-day basis. Most of you I've never met, but I love you to death, and I appreciate all the good vibes and support you've thrown my way. I've whined about laxatives and joint pain, and wonderful little miracles of medicine that won't do their fucking job, and falling off the curb like a tard, and you put up with my shit and tell me it'll be alright, and that I look awesome bald (like I didn't know that... Come on, it's me. I could rock an orange jumpsuit and a mullet and make that shit look sexy. But if I ever do... Please hit me. Mullets are not the hotness.) And I just love you kids. So thank you.

I want to hunt each of you down and give you a big ole hug. But not like a full-on frontal hug. I'm not down with that. Maybe just one of those one-arm hugs. With a couple pats on the back.

I was trying to explain to my mother when she was here about all of you, (And about this crazy canadian chick I need to go visit, especially once I move back home and am just a few hours away), and she got all weirded out. She's all, "You know them thru the internet? You don't know who they really are. That chick could be some man in prison somewhere..." But it's not like that. And even if Cher is some weird dude in prison who likes impersonating canadian chicks, I full on love you man. And that goes for all of you. I full on love you. In a strictly platonic way of course.