HUGE SIGH. Okay. Here it is. The obligatory New Year's post.
I've put this off now for 11 days. ELEVEN. And, while I know you've been wandering around aimlessly, wondering and wringing you hands over WHEN IS SHE GOING TO TELL US ANYTHING, I have been in a blissful state of procrastination. By the way -- biting your nails is disgusting. SO STOP.
2012 was extreme. Right? I mean... we, as survivors should all be running down a beach in our whites, carrying torches while vast expanses of theme songs embrace the moment. That. OR, we should be sliding into a pub booth, pounding Guinness and fried deliciousness -- allowing our feet to stick to the floor while chain smoking and laughing with unbridled gluttony. No? BUT WHY? Do you have a better idea? Because I will never get over 2012 and it's overwhelming ego. Being all TAKE THAT and stressing me out to the point where even my dentist suggested Valium to cope with the annual cleansing. He gave me 12, by the way. You know. Just in case.
But I'm not going to let last year haunt me. And that's probably the best thing that I can say for 2013. Because, in moving forward (which is really the best route to take) I want 2013 to be all about good things. And while, yes. I am aware of how impossible that is (why can't you just let me HAVE IT?!?!) I have a lot of love for this year already and therefore have decided to pass on the resolutions. PASSING. JUST DON'T GO. NO.
Resolutions are the old model and I'm upgrading. AND I have Valium. What could be more POSSIBLE?!
