not to worry, i see you smiling in my sleep. always. what a sombre morning i woke up to. nah, nothing happened to me. maybe something happened to others. but me? i was safely chained to my counter, working. so the year's wrapping up. i just want to stay home and watch bill & ted's excellent adventures, back to the future, stuff like that. it's time to become a homebody. while i still can. before the year starts and things get hectic and i start losing my mind all over again. everybody's breaking up, aren't they? what a shame. i feel sorry for these people. because i had thought they will be together for a very very very long time. but shit happens, i guess.

this was something i came across yesterday

"A sharp-twang cocktail of bravado and concession from the recently married Julian
Casablancas sounds like he's still mystified by the art of commitment but intrigued
enough to try."

this was said about The Strokes' song You Only Live Once in Rolling Stones 100 Best Songs of The Year. huh. he may be intrigued but i'm just too chickenshit to be intrigued enough to try. and since when have commitment been an art? you're either committed or not, dude.