I did okay. I went out. I ignored the fear. Had fun. Bitched about life. Bitched about things in my life. Watched the US beat Mexico 2-0 and cheered in public at each goal. Have a new appreciation for the coolness of West Main Street. In general, life is good.
Kill the fear. That's my 2009 mantra.
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
2/12/2009
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