At ten minutes to midnight, I turned off the television and went to bed. Kathy Griffin still had her top on and Anderson Cooper still had not penetrated a woman. Not much else to see after watching Miley Cyrus prance around a cold stage twerking a little person with gigantic cone-shaped tits, right? As a result, I'm sitting here in the dark at 6:30 on the morning of January 1st drinking a weird concoction of carrots, ginger and apples and waiting for the Chai tea to brew. I've already checked the job boards and I'm still not a backend developer or a digital strategist. Gosh, the jobs out there sound dirtier and dirtier. The job boards have become a bit like that old obituary joke. If you don't see your name (or occupation) then you're still alive or unemployed. I am still unemployed, but not for long. You see my New Year's Resolution is to get a job. That and make sure nothing else breaks in my house, including Gordie the pug. In 2014, I hope to bec...
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