Even number years are never very good for me for whatever reason and this was no exception.

I mean don’t get me wrong, it didn’t suck as much as 2002 for instance. No one close to me died, but it wasn’t a cakewalk either. I was pretty selfish this year. Alot of things were all about me. I tried to be happy for my friends, hell I was HAPPY for them, but inside I felt like a failure. A real, true failure.

Now this year approaches with a great deal of uncertainty. I mean on one hand I have something REALLY positive on the horizon, at the very START of the year no less. Then on the flip side, I don’t know how I’m going to make it financially past the first month of the year.

I’m sitting here watching The 40 Year Old Virgin and the chick just admitted she was a grandmother. How weird was that?

Anyway man, I realize that even when I try to be frugal I waste too much money. When I try to be nice, I end up pissing folks off or getting screwed over. Whatever my intentions, I end up getting the opposite result. I feel like George Costanza!

I’m going to watch season 2 of the Wire!