I solemnly sware to keep these resolutions (unless it's too hard)
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December 31, 2012
Dear Diary,
The world almost ending puts me in a reflective mood. That means I been here starin' at me reflection in me silver mug. Is me life just a string of random dromedary droppings? We been dropped on this year past, clear and sure. Am I just a shuttlecock going back and forth over and over? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Where's all those who have been "blocked" this year by battles? And, ----- what about Naomi?
It's enough to make me head hurt. And so I come to me resolutions for 2013:
1) Think less - it just makes me head ache and nothin' much comes o' it.
2) Save me energy - sure as the sun comes up, err well that's not so sure as I once thought it was, but sure as sure there'll be high water and me bailin' with a teaspoon - don't wanna be all worn out already when it comes.
a) walk less - move me workshop closer to me storage shed
b) get me one of those Upgrades for me workshop that travlin' sales slick is always goin' on about
3) Plan for a rain of gigjumites - there's always sumpthin' worse around the corner - as me da' from the old country used ta say when he'd put on his shamrock cap: "Whale oil beef hooked". And there ain't no better way ta say it.
a) add more shelves to me storage shed
b) add even more shelves to me storage shed
4) Figur' out if 2013 is one o' them prime numbers. I know this kinda' breaks rule 1 but now I've thought it, I can't unthink it. And it's gonna be like a gigjumite burrowing through me scalp 'til I find out. ---- Wish I'da picked me up that school when I had me chance.
Sincerely,
Seamus O'Settler :p
I don't have time for questions.
Arrr, what's all this resolution malarkey about? Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day I go about trying to keep over a dozen production lines running in the green and you want to bother me with some mashogana questions. And for what; because your calender tells you that it's a new month. Ohh, New Year you say. Fagetaboutit. I haven't had a single minute off the job in ... well, ever; come to think of it. What's a calendar or a New Whatevva to me? Some chutzpah, you.
All right, all right, so you want to know my "resolution":
I hereby resolve to begin a space program and establish a colony on the moon in the new year. How's that? Can I get back to work now, there's the little matter of !GETTING YOUR QUESTION ASKING BUTT SOMETHING TO EAT!
What? ... Yeah, yeah, your welcome... Schmuck.