If You Knew My Story Word for Word, Had All of My History

With the drive and ambition and the zeal that I feel--
this is my time.
- The Smiths

Before I hie off for my first solo evening run of the year, I want to say that I'm not sure if changing my blog template was the right move. On one hand, the old design was mine, and there will be none other like it, only because I had labored over it myself until my ears bled HTML and the color codes spoke to me in my sleep. On the other hand, I would be a fool to be sentimental about blog themes (and it's just a blog theme after all!) but everyone knows I'm a fool, anyway, so what's the use of concealing my sentimentality?

Oh dear. I actually forgot to save the old template. I kind of miss it and want to hold it close to my chest until my breasts suffocate it, but I don't think you can accomplish that with something as abstract as a blog template. And anyway, I have a flat chest, so really, my ribcage will do the suffocating. I do like this new design -- make no mistake -- but that bucolic-looking idyllic-chateau image at the header is making me break out into a sneezing fit. The picture literally releases pollen in generous puffs. If I had any Photoshop skills -- or rather, skillz -- I would have plastered a donut in the countryhouse's stead, if only to keep up with this blog's impossible, gluttonous theme. (Update: The image in the header has already been replaced with a donut, thanks to graphic designer-friends Pol and Ego. To view the original cheesy chateau, please click here.)

I know we're already in the middle of January, even past the mean of it, but I want to greet you all a Happy New Year. This blog has lain torpid for too long, which means that I am a lazy bastard who would rather engage in pointless exercises (e.g. absentminded knee-scratching, armpit hair elimination, toenail clipping) in lieu of updating my blog.

Anyway, I owe you guys (if you're still keeping tabs!) a post about Corregidor, which was lovely, which Jose had treated me out to because he is tops. I also want to talk about Christmas and the fact that I HAVE QUIT SMOKING AND IT'S MY 20TH DAY WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A DRAG FROM A CIGARETTE! The withdrawal period was demented, though, in most every level you can imagine that word to possess.

I will talk a bit more soon because I have a big mouth and cannot resist, but I need to go and run in my new running shoes (which were given to me by Jose as a present -- YAY! -- and are awesome and wonderful to run in). I think I will do at least 5 kilometers tonight. The asphalt calls!

Love,
Peachy