First things first. On the first.

Happy New Year, lovers.

I'm hoping you enjoyed yourselves - enough so that you'll have some real regrets and new resolutions on your agenda.  It's important to end the year in style.

I'm not much for resolutions, partly because I'm just that fucking awesome, but also because I have a tendency to fail immediately and then feel really bad for the rest of the minute that I remember I had a resolution.

A lot of people have words rather than resolutions, and I like that idea.  Having a kind of theme for your year - like peaceful or engorged.  But even that seems like a lot of work for me. 

I mean, in theory and on those days when I walk around muttering about how I hate my life I want to have a goal, but I've been skittish about goals recently.  Feeling like an abject failure isn't good for my complexion.

But I do like the idea of a fresh start, and the OCD in me loves the idea of starting something on the first day of the year, so I think I will have a goal/word/aura this year.  It's similar to ones I've had before, and I'd like to share it with you not only because I like you, but also because you are my minions and I want to see you dance.

My [our] goal this year is this:

Be nice to yourself.

That's it.  That's the goal.

Enjoy your New Year's Day.  Listen to some U2, nurse your hangover, watch football or old movies, but most of all, be nice to yourself.

I'm watching you.