Do something.

It's been so long since I updated this piece of machinery that it doesn't even show up in my internet history anymore. But it's 2011 now, bitches. Time to up the ante.

I don't know if you guys are aware of this, but what we do now that we're adults is we ascribe sentences to the year. Kind of like titles, you ask? Well, no. Directives, maybe? I like that word. Directives. Can we agree on that? Last year was the year of "You are enough." That means I went into last year feeling like I didn't deserve love, and came out feeling like I did. Boom. Year owned. What we doin' now.

Well. We doin' somethin'. Because 2011's directive is "Do something."

Because you know...if there's one thing I'm great at, it's surviving. Adapting to what I'm given. I can make the best of any circumstance. But we're in the future now. This is the 2000s. The century of creating your own jobs and making a name for yourself and stopping at nothing. Because ultimately, if I die tomorrow, I think the world at large isn't going to be as blown away by my witty Facebook photo captions and my impressive knowledge of The Jersey Shore as one might hope.

So here I am. Doing something. Writing something. I have insights. I am smarter than most human peoples. Now how about I stop feeling so superior and do something about it. How about that.