I don't know if this is a good motto for the year but I'll blog it coz I like rhymes and mimes in general:

"Fuck with the best, lose like the rest,
Wanna test the West?
Then die like a pest"

The only flaw with this rhyme is the word 'pest' coz it's just not... I dunno... deadly enough? Maybe 'mess' is better...

I dunno... This is like the first few months after a breakup and you're drunk and alone someplace and you see visions... like the rest of your life sucks and you'll be forever lonely and not even baby kittens want to lick your hands...

I'm also sitting here in pitch dark surrounded by police and such, so ...

That is not too far off... Be strong...

Baby cats always wanna lick someone...

Who can resist them....