Ubermansch

Hoopla. I've literally survived another miserable year in the asshole of the world where everyone seems to be full of shit. Outside, the birds are chirping, heralding a new morning, a new day, a new beginning. But to be honest, today feels even more shit filled than last night.   It's New Years. Whoop de doo. People talk about resolutions (that they'll never keep), second chances (more like the trillionth chance, but who's counting?), and the lovely "new year's kiss." Pardon my French, but What. The. Fuck? What is so special about two (lame) individuals swapping spit as the ball drops? I mean, is something magical supposed to happen? Do I he