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Hello peeps...

Happy New Year! 2006. I turn 27 in about 23 days. When I was younger, and blissfully naive, I had quite a different view of where I'd be when I reached this age. I thought I'd be retired, living on my own secluded paradise island, surrounded by palm trees, the turquoise Caribbean, and plenty of scantily clad women. I'd do nothing but swim, play soccer, listen to Roxette, read Archie comics, and watch Indiana Jones movies (of course, I was about 9 years old when I imagined this...now my tastes have obviously matured, I'd be reading Tintin, listening to The Police and watching James Bond).

So today, on the can, taking a break from watching "Goldfinger" in my jammies, I picked up a Archie magazine, and part of my vision was realized.

OK, you caught me. Now I'm just blatantly lying as opposed to just making shit up.

I have no idea where I'm going with this. This post is piss poor and I apologize profusely. Actually, I guess there is a point to all this. There is a dichotomy between where I am and where I want to be. My new year's resolution is to get myself closer to where I want to be, which though it might look otherwise, is galaxies away from where I am. I think if everyone had this goal, the world would be a better place.

Excuse my poor attempt at profundity. I am getting old.

Cheers.

P.S. Playing poker again, for better or worse. This week, for better.