It's a New Year, Charlie Brown

So, it's that time of the year. The time of new year's resolutions. Most of which are completely dead by March. I'm not sure why that is, but I'm sure there are a couple of psychology Ph.D. candidates who need a topic for a thesis and there you go - happy to help (I'm sure there are a million theses on this topic regardless).

I'm guilty of it too this year. I'm going to change lots of things about my life. Blogging will be one of them. I'm writing just to write; it's something I sorely miss doing. An ex of mine mentioned and old blog I had on myspace and thus the ball went rolling.

First of all, I'm writing for me and not to any particular audience, because - frankly - I'm not sure what that audience is, and if there will even be one. So, one day my writing will be inane and devoid of any meaning, much like the gay men in Los Angeles: Vapid and Shallow. The next day, I may be serious and grounded. Time will tell.

Secondly, I am gay. So please don't read too much into the above comment, nor will that consume my blog. I don't count myself as the kind of guy who wears my sexuality on my sleeve. It's who I am, but it's not all I am.

Lastly, I consider myself a strong liberal and tend to use profanity. My writing will possibly and probably contain strong liberal views. However, I try to be respectful of other opinions, about certain topics. I only say this, because some people get easily offended over political differences. These people probably have blood pressure issues, if I had to guess. Words are words, and are only given whatever meaning that we allow them to own.

Ok - so, I said this on an old blog 2 years ago, but it bears repeating.
Annoyance of the day: People who don't curb their dogs - If I can carry a plastic bag and pick up shit, you can too. Additionally, I don't know who you are, but whoever has the lawn bomb maker who lives near CSULB. If I ever see you, I will cuss your ass out. You are the reason people don't like people with dogs living near them. You are the reason we get crap (no pun intended) when walking our dogs.

On that note, to the people who give dog owners shit when they are out with their animals - why must you judge all of us by our lowest common denominator. I make it a habit now, just to carry the god-damned plastic bag in my hand, just so you won't berate me walking down the sidewalk. Fuck off.

I'm quitting smoking again and found a fanastic site to help with the motivation.

Quit Smoking Counter For those in the same boat as I.

I think I am going to call this first post, the first post and retire and watch the last of a few of the bowl games on television. O.M.G. - a gay guy who likes football... yes. And I don't watch it for the uniforms, though it's a nice little bonus.