I've resolved to be friendlier. Not to people I don't like by the way (this is NOT in fact your opportunity to buddy-buddy up with me again), but just as a general fact. I'm still likely to be the same asshole who caterwauls on about his opinions like they matter in the grand scheme of things anyway, but I'll attempt to be nicer
about it. It's no small secret that I regard myself as a sort of social enigma, swinging somewhere between generally amicable and completely bloody paranoid that you're going to rape me, steal my wallet, and leave me for dead on some distant planet you sick, twisted, pile of fuck
But see? That's not very nice of me. In all seriousness I tend to be reserved largely because I'm afraid of offending people in their own sensibilities. In a delightful bit of irony however, a part of my brain flipped over today that said "well fuck their sensibilities, be friendly anyway even if you're about as obnoxious as nitric acid up someone's rectum" and promptly made my resolution for the New Year.
Oh and there's something in there about getting more work done too. Yeah.
Hey, I got a haircut.