I wrote my first blog post in June of 2004.

With well over 5 years of experience as a blogger having witnessed everything from Google acquiring Blogger to importing of entries to Facebook, I find that the time is just about right to announce my resignation from bloggerdom.

Seriously, How many of you did that last sentence fool? Show of hands!

Another Christmas, Another Year. 2010. Time to make resolutions?

I broke every single resolution i made last year, which should tell you so much about my interest in keeping any at all. However, *sigh*

(in no specific order)

1. Continue hating Vandana – For all those reading this on Facebook who also happen to know who Vandana is, Now’s the time to go – “Not Again!”

2. Drink Less.

3. No….Seriously, Drink Less.

4. Save – Aside from Tigers, Trees and the Planet, If there’s room, then money.

5. Change – just a little bit. i could be wasting my time on this one.

Somehow it’s reassuring, knowing i’m not the only one pretending to be normal. The problem with acting normal is that normal people get into stupid situations.

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I’m repeating a post. I suppose this time around, it bears more meaning. There are very few things  more depressing than becoming a tag on my posts.

What have you most regretted losing?

Sometimes I have to stop myself from wondering if I made that story up. College, that’s years ago. Years. I don’t remember a thing. Why should I have retained this…memory of the first day? It’s very vivid, like a scene from a film. The color’s probably oversaturated, too.

I never had any sort of imaginary friend as a child, except…I might have.

Or maybe this is my attempt at some sort of tidy justification so I can move on. If so, I wish it would work.

I know I didn’t lose him. I left. I couldn’t very well have stayed, but now I doubt I’ll ever return to Friendship. Someone might recognize me.

What was it that I lost? He was a friend. My best friend, but isn’t that just a phrase i throw around?

I can’t think of a thing to regret aside from the fact that its dead, and yet I do.

Deleted.

It’s difficult to engage in higher cognitive functions when gifts are at stake.

Chisel that onto my tombstone.

As for what would make me really happy?

Imaginary friends. Fall Out Boy’s new album. Bespoke suits. Books. Women. Table Tennis. Stimulating conversation. Travel. Needlessly elaborate inventions. Independent thought. Christmas lights. Incongruity. The jangle of pocket change (in moderation). A new season of Dexter. The Dalmore. Waking to the smell of breakfast (anybody cooking for me of their own accord, for that matter).  Calcutta. Receiving letters. Animal Planeton a Sunday Night. Children, in groups of three or fewer. Having something whispered in my ear. Dark chocolate. Double entendres. Wai-Wai. Mastery of a new body of knowledge. Winter. Pepperoni. Achieving a favorable outcome on behalf of a deserving objective.