Dance like it hurts.

Are you fucking kidding me?.

Goddamn George Bush. Because a black man got elected, you've got to get as many close-minded and hate mongering laws in before he takes over? Fucker.

Is it Jan 20th yet?

Seeing as I neglected to do it last year; a meme started by someone who no one appears to know.

Take the first sentence from the first entry of every month:

January: I never really thought I'd be the sort of person to feel saddened at the death of a celebrity.

February: So, the girlfriend told me about snapeybot.

March: Two years ago today.

April: Soap Opera addiction that knows no bounds.

May: The California Supreme Court announced today their overturning of the ban on gay marriage in California.

June: Change is everywhere.

July: (I never made a single post in July? FTW!)

August: New apartment is still kind of unpacked, but it's incredible how much at home I feel.

September: Saw Tropic Thunder and Hamlet 2.

October: I don't know how, but I managed to convince the girlfriend AND the best friend to accompany me to the midnight showing of High School Musical 3.

November: Firstly, I want to say, if you did not vote and were, by all rights, capable of doing so, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BITCH.

December: Prop 8: The Musical.

And what have we learned from this post boys and girls? Chesca loves fragmented sentences WAY too much. This year I resolve to be nicer to the girlfriend; try and write full sentences; finish the 8 million books I have been intending to; actually finish nanowrimo; finish the three screenplays I've been intending; go out of town at least six times; go to Disneyland; get the boondocks saints tattoo; and audition for Hairspray.

Merry New Year and all that jazz.