tomorrow will be december - the first weekend of december - and the last month of the year. and it will be momentous on a great many levels. in many ways, this has been a very great year for me - i've moved to a fabulous city full of intriguing experiences and opportunities, and i've made some great friends and acquaintances, and i'm exceedingly proud of the achievements that i've made in the short time that i've been here.

it has not come without a very very high price, but i guess that is to be expected of any great risk. i've learned a great many things about myself - about my capacity for love, and my capacity for hate . i've learned things about myself that are terrifying to me, and things that are very gratifying and comforting.

tomorrow, everything changes for me. i enter the holiday season with a sense of calm that will overshadow my tradition detestation for the season's commercialism and traditionalism and essentially opportunistic mongering of a hackneyed overture to peace and love, and i will try and express myself with a sincere sense of gratitude and hope that i would hope that most self-aware people would try and carry with them through all the months of the year.

everyone who knows me knows that i lament the passing of this year and all that it has brought to me that was good, but now is the time that i celebrate the opportunities that the future affords me. i choose to revel in the present and the bright future ahead. bullocks to the past.

- g