fuck it, my new years rant is oncoming. expect bitterness of iron warrior proportions and FAR too much angst for a 22 year old male with a great life. 'what, another years end, freinds come, others go, have job or dont have job, either way its a different form of shitness, although perhaps i should be happy that i no longer feel overwhelmingly apathetic. go out, dont go out, no matter where i indicate interest its the same shit on a different day, not into blokes, got a boyfreind, found better boyfreind material NOT TWO FUCKING MINUTES AGO, moving to another country, etc. etc. the excuses merely get more elaborate. freinds perform the same old stupid shit, leaving them disliking each other or obsessed about each other, with me in the fucking middle, trying to not only sort out their shit but simply give each equal time and care, fuck. on top of all this, this fucking year i get a fucked xbox for christmas, thanks city council, your fucking street drainage planning was impeccable, IF FLOODING THE FUCKING HOUSE WAS YOUR PLAN ALL ALONG! on top of all this theres all the shit to learn about social dynamics and shit so i can stop being "the annoying guy" or "the arsehole" fucking wonderful. its enough to drive a "man" to drink. which i do, because if fucking pleases me to do so. fuck i hate reflection....perhaps this should go in rant, but stiff shit, this is what the impending new year brings on in me. arsis