Well, Slackers, it's that time again, that time when I tell you how awesome I'm doing on my New Years Goals. Don't worry though, this is just a crutch, a pitiful salve for my otherwise sorry life. Still, I have to gloat over something, right?
- Make this apartment feel like home: Stick a fork in it, it's done. On Saturday, I bought a large vase and some forsythia to put in it and it's sitting on my entryway table. I pretty much live in a catalog. Thank you, and yes, you should visit soon.
- Love my job: Last week I hated it. This week I will probably hate it as well. But at least my boss is a nearly endless source of entertainment.
- Go someplace I've never been in the US: Done and DONE, whores. (No further comment).
- Write every day: Yup, pretty much writing like it's my job. Too bad it doesn't pay as much as my job. If it did, I'd totally quit my job and just write. Oh well. Gotta keep those muscles flexed for NaNo.
- Blog once a week: My blog is like a spring garden in bloom or something.
- Write more letters: If this had been "buy more stationery," I would totally be done with it. As it is, still not doing that bad.
- Be a better friend, especially by communicating more through telephone and email: I'm feeling a little sassy tonight, so let's just say that I'm a better friend than some people deserve. I've been doing GREAT lately, and some people are just not reciprocal. I can't be blamed for that.
- Be a better friend to the planet by being energy and waste conscious: If the planet and I become any better friends, we're probably going to have to start dating.
- *Expletive, expletive* update my *expletive* iPod: Done, done, mother-effin DONE.
- Read more books: I have bought more books this year than I read all of last year. I'm pretty much ready to declare victory.
- Spend more time outside: It's been rainy and I've been using that as an excuse, but I shouldn't. Still, the outside time this year has been pretty sensational
Wait, that's it? Almost too easy. Can we just declare me the winner? And don't give me some line about how "this isn't a competition."
2 comments:
You win. I hate you. And you smell. Whore.
hahaha, I love you.
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