My Survey

In 2006, I gained knowledge that a bad attitude stands in the way of a lot of things…

I lost hope for a while, but I’ve gotten it back!

I stopped associating with and talking to people to piss me off.

I started going to confession again. My soul is feeling better!

I was hugely satisfied by my decision to have my tonsils and adenoids removed. It turns out, I’m actually able to breathe through my nose!

And frustrated by the fact that I indulged in compulsive over-eating to get through emotionally difficult times and ended up gaining back the weight I worked so damn hard to lose.

I am so embarrassed that my daughter farts louder than her daddy.

Once again, I said and did some bad things for the simple fact that it made me feel better after I did them.

Once again, I did not finish my daughter’s photo album.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is my hair. Who knew I had all these fabulous waves??

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is over-analyzing more than I did before. I didn’t think it was possible, but it is!

I loved spending time re-reading some of my favorite books—and working on writing one of my own!

Why did I spend even two minutes thinking that evil whores actually know they’re evil whores?

I should have spent more time taking care of my emotional needs.

I regret one big-ish lie that I told because I was mad.

I will never regret the big-ish lie that I told because I was mad. It's a contradiction, I know. I'm sorry and I'm not.

I focused on my weight way too much.

I didn't sleep or laugh enough.

I drove me crazy.

Was my job and the people I work with crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?

The most relaxing place I went was to that nifty little spa for a massage.

I feel so stupid when…stupid? What is this strange word?

Why did I spend even two seconds thinking that the evil whore was not an evil whore?

The best thing I did for someone else was tell that big-ish lie I mentioned above. It was the wrong thing to do for the right reasons.

The best thing I did for myself was to tell off a certain individual who has no idea what he’s talking about.

The best thing someone did for me was let me be pissy and administer beatings with feather pillows when I felt like I couldn’t take the chaos of my life for even one more second.

The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is therapy. Not as the therapist, but as the client. I always say that everyone could use some therapy every now and then, and I’m no exception. It’s just that if I hadn’t been so resistant to some of it, I may have benefited a little bit more.