it's time to put my money where my mouth is.

and let my yes be yes and my no be no and really, i mean, really following through because more than anything, i need to stop torturing my friends. i'm making my clean getaway and because of it, maria taylor's song is stuck in my head:

I made my place by the door.
I didn't know what I was waiting for.
Felt just like home.
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures.

I could see across to the park.
And there were friends, they were laughing hard.
They looked just like my home.
With no face, no name, no voice I'd know.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.

I met someone at the bar.
He had a great smile and a great heart.
He felt just like love.
Except no fear of losing, and it wasn't tough.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
And I miss you,
I miss you every single day.

twothousand twelve is going to be completely different... i mean, i hope to still find nerds in my keyboard at work, but it should just be less Crazy. that's what we're going for Party People: a little bit less Crazy. who's with me?!