Year of the Ox

This year is supposed to be really good for the year of the Metal Horse, meaning everyone born in the year 1990.
I take that as the worse omen of all.
Bad luck, I can counter.
Good luck... I have no idea how to handle.
Also, I've -finally- made some new year resolutions.
I know I'm jumping from one idea to the next.
It's nine thirty.
I need to go to sleep.
My roomie will be mortified to read this.
By the way, I'm currently addicted to chewing gum.
I swallowed two today.
joy.
anyway, Happy belated Chinese New Year!