The life of me was less than perfect in 2003, sure, but I've got a feeling
the next 12 months will be nothing short of righteous.
Here's to less counting the days, more making the days c o u n t.
I hereby vow to embrace my youth before I start looking like
the baked bleach-blonde bags of wrinkles who hang around the pool at Nana's
condo.
To kiss more boys. hard harder.
Read more books. Make more art.
Take naps galore.
Sketch. Stretch.
To make friends with reckless abandon; dance like flailing's my job.
Use more profanity.
EXPERIMENT.
"Bypass the bullshit, and move on because the minute-hand moves faster than you think it does."
Dress up. Don't be afraid to try it...
Take Tony's advice: don't worry about the boys who don't fall for you right away.
Seduce the ones in tight pants [rock] and upturned collars.
Stop skipping yoga. Maintain correspondence; write love notes; don't forget the postal service.
Drive.
Fuck stress.
Fuck melodrama.
Fuck timidity.
Write lipsticked mirror messages.
Subtlety? Fuck it. Refuse to be slighted.
So what if it's cliche.... be happy above all else.
And, in the spirit of Lick, welcome
the sex, drugs, and rock n' roll of this world.
Three words, 2004.
1. Watch
2. out,
3. na.