I have one thing: I turn everything into a joke.
Even if something's bothering me, I laugh first and then figure it out.
That's probably why December is perfect for me: everyone's running around, bustling about, and I just watch and smile.

I love the pre-New Year's atmosphere.
I love watching people promise themselves a "new life starting Monday."
And you know what? I make those promises too.
Every year.
And every year I break them—but with pleasure.

If New Year's is a reboot,
then I'd hit the "refresh everything" button.
Except for my sense of humor. I'd keep that.

I want to meet a man with whom I can laugh so hard my ribs ache. With whom you can be yourself—tousled, tired, cheerful, and diverse.
With whom you don't have to play the role of the perfect girl from an advertising postcard.

If you also want to load without bugs,
welcome to my December.