Everyone else is doing it, so I'm going to give into peer pressure and make some resolutions. I only made one last year, and I completed a third of it. Whoohoo! Hey! It's better than nothing! Leave me alone! Anyway.
- Write more (this blog doesn't count as writing, since I am basically just spewing word salad everywhere)
- Eat better (because dinners consisting of pb&j and applesauce are not cutting it)
- For that matter, learn to cook. Because the pictures Kat takes of her food are so pretty. Also, see above. This website should help (thanks, Kat) but any others (maybe more dumbed down?) would be greatly appreciated.
- Stop procrastinating as much (we'll see how that goes, seeing as how I waited til the 4th to make any resolutions)
- Don't get pregnant (so far, so good)
- Don't get married in Vegas (so far, so good)
- or anywhere else (so far, so good)
- Don't get bitten by a zombie (so far, so good)
- Clean the apartment more often (yeah, we'll see)
- Go to the doctor when sick instead of trying to treat self with a combination of denial, naps, and lots of self-medicating
- Spend fewer hours dicking around on the Internets
- Take more pictures
- Travel somewhere other than Chicago (any suggestions?)
- Visit Chicago at least twice, though
- Stop calling Phoebe names like slut, whore, bitch, pussy, slutbag, etc. even though SHE TOTALLY DESERVES IT
I can't think of any more and really I think that's a sufficient number of resolutions to completely ignore for the remainder of the year.
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