Well. 2018. I've made no resolutions and I have no expectations. Am I glad 2017 is over? Pffft, what difference does it make? Time is an abstract concept and all that profound shit. The past is unchangeable, the future never arrives and we could die at any moment. How's THAT for cheerful?
I unfriended my newly discovered younger brother. Or rather, I unfriended my newly discovered younger brother's mother, sister and girlfriend, because my newly discovered younger brother was so preoccupied with zombifying himself in front of World Of Warcraft that he never got around to making an FB page. He never got around to even using his girlfriends or his mother's or his sister's FB to say so much as "fuck off, sis" to me. Just couldn't be bothered. I was tired of listening to his mother defend him and make excuses for him. I was tired of his girlfriend sending me messages, whining about how immature and selfish he is, sitting in his room - in his mommy's house - all day long in pajamas, playing video games instead of looking for a job, and then posting on FB how wonderful he is and how amazing life will be when they are married. Piss on that. My newly discovered younger brother is a 28 year old Xerox of his loser dad. I always wanted a brother. I had two. Now they're both dead. Depressed yet?
Ugh, I haven't slept in three days and I was about to go off on this mad whiny tangent about a ton of other shit and really lengthy and vivid detail about why I deactivated my FB and my Twitter and my Instagram and blahblahblah whinewhinewhine, but fuck it. I need some sleep. When I catch up on the Z's, I'll continue my story about the time I lost my virginity.