so i’m sitting here listening to the radio and one of the endless “best of 2004″ spots plays, and the announcer goes, “and what will 2005 bring us?”

i think, “more of the same.” and i smile as i realize that that’s not at all, in any way, a bad thing.

despite everything, you know, i’m actually pretty happy with my life. i could do without any broken wrists from here on out, but really, things are pretty good. i love my city, my neighborhood, and my apartment. i love my workplace (even if my job makes me crazy) and my coworkers. i have enough money to feed the monkey on my back by buying music when i want it. i own the coolest car ever, and have access to one of the world’s best transit systems when i don’t want to drive. i have good friends that send me happy birthday emails and make me smile. i’m no good at playstation games, but that’s okay because it still amuses me when i’m playing at a friend’s house (even if i really, really can never remember the name of the silly sticky-ball game and always want to call it Kobayashi Maru). i have a cozy down comforter on my bed, and nobody bitches at me if i steal all of it and rip all the sheets off the mattress too. and i have a decent bottle of port in the fridge and pretty glasses to drink it out of.

plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose — but sometimes la même chose is a pretty damned good chose.