As I futzed around the apartment this evening, I began the useless tradition of listing resolutions for 2009. Good or bad, I like to have something to look forward to. This year I decided to list out things I can reasonably accomplish. No absolute numbers ("I'm going to lose 25 pounds." Yeah sure.), no b.s. So here's what I'm considering in the last two weeks of the crummy year that was 2008.
- Drink more.
- Drink with artists.
- Wear cuter underwear.
- Read the books on my shelves.
- Get regular haircuts.
- Less TV.
- Put pen to paper, fingers to keys.
- Read 1-2 books/month
- Develop an ass.
- Take care of cuticles.
- Make one new, decent friend.
- Don't take things personally.
- Finish family tree.
- Use gym membership--or save the damn monthly payment.
- Sweep more . . .
- . . . and sleep more.
- Get passport in case I need to make a quick getaway.
- Explore a new state.
- Take chances.
- Swing hips.
- Less thought, more action.
- Be a woman--hot, fiesty, confident.
- Be unbearably, intolerably selfish.
- Make it work, or move.
