One Hundred Seventy-Sixth Entry

My brother called me just a couple minutes ago. He called to wish me a happy new year. No one else called me. For some reason, that has put me in a funk. Usually my mom calls, and some friends call. But thats it, Fred called. Not that I didn't like talking to Fred for a little while, but damn, I wish somebody else had called.

I know that this is a huge extrapolation on noone calling me, but I can only blame myself for being alone on New Year's. I can't sit around and wait for things to happen for me. I do it all the time. I wait for things to come to me. That ends now.

2004 will be MY year. I will make things happen and have no regrets for anything. It sounds selfish, but whose gonna watch out for me and my best interests? No one. I need to make things happen for me this year.

I won't be passive anymore. I will be more aggressive and upfront with the things that I want. I won't be as fake as I have been for the past few years and tell people exactly what I think.

The real, whole entire Phil is going to come alive this year and things are going to change. Fuck the naysayers.

Happy New Year. Hope you got laid.