Happy New Years!

On this weighty tome (my new copy of Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman). I hearby swear:

I shall consume naught caffine nor alcohol for 1 month (until the second of Febuary).
I shall consume naught the flesh of beasts for 7 days (until the ninths of January).
I shall endeavor to be a better person for approximately 24 hours (AFTER I awaken from my lengthy slumber to which I shall be heading shortly).
I shall cease to pursue that which is impossible to catch.
I shall tell someone how I truely, TRUELY, feel. Tommorow. Regardless of the consequences, I truely mean it.

A year and a day. That's the deal.

By the way. I hate you. You italicized person. Who never comes here. Ever. Who wouldn't even bother trying to look. So anyone who reads this, it isn't you.

And you thought I'd given up italics. Silly you. Not just for livejournals anymore!

These are the vows I swear. I thus, I am bound. For my word is my bond. Really, it is. Really. Stop shaking your head like that. What, my word, my bound, I learned that in scouts. C'mon. C'mon! Okay so I didn't learn it in scouts. I learned it in cubs. That's even earlier! Tell the truth! That's like one of their THINGS. Telling the truth. You gotta.

Tell the truth. Attempt.