An hour of typing just went down the cyberspace. There's gotta be a reason for that. Suchislife. Damn it. Perhaps I didn't need to remember what I've just wrote. Whatever. I'm going to rent a coupla movies and buy a buncha popcorn and stuff my face and my brain in front of the tv until I fall asleep dreaming of Ariana. That's my New Year's Eve Celebration. Whatever. I love Ariana, I love my son, I love me. My family sucks and there's nothing I want to add to that. Whatever. Happy New Year. lobito.