Um...2001 is about over. Not much of a year. I turned 31. I made
contact with an old Tulane buddy. I saw a friend I hadn't seen since
High School. Made my sis in law mad at me. Went on a couple of
diets, lost 19 lbs, gained ....20 or so. Joined a gym. Quit the gym
(as of 4 days ago). Went to a couple of renaissance festivals.
Started skating on Tuesday nites. The City started fixing our back
yard. Tried gardening. Gave up gardening. Took a couple of classes.
Saw the Asylum St. Spankers once. Got the coworker harassment
stopped. Went to 6 Flags. Went to Indiana. Went to a party on a boat.
Went to Lanigan's Ball. Gave up caffeine a couple times. Our next
door neighbor died. I got poison ivy on my foot. I got sunburned.
Did a couple of craft shows. Bought a ton of stuff on amazon.com.
Bought dumb stuff on eBay. Sold dumb stuff on eBay. Lost $2500 on
chartering bus trips to faire. Made some Xmas presents for people.
Sold a picture of my anatomy on Ebay for less than $3. Got sick. And
thats...it. Didn't go to the beach. Didn't go camping, except in
conjunction with Excalibur Faire. Didn't get anything from last
year's resolution list done, as far as I know.
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Here's the part where I say I'm going to be a better person in 2002,
stay in better touch with my friends, kiss my sister in law's heinie
and make peace in the family, lose 50 lbs, learn a foreign language,
be a nice person, go vegetarian, solve the worlds' problems, vote
republican, give up caffeine for real, etc. ....
But fuck that.
I am going to be the same nasty lardass bitch that I always was, and
if anyone doesn't like it, they can kiss aforementioned lard-heinie.
I have one resolution, actually. I am not going to talk about people
behind their backs. So my Diaryland diary will become pretty fucking
boring in a hurry. Ah well. It's no good for my karma and it solves
no problems, and it doesn't even really make me feel better to say
nasty shit about people. So I'm going to cut that out.
Also, I might tackle all the unfinished projects that are in my work
room.
Additionally, I might learn to use my inline skates and tootle around
the neighborhood...
And if I did lose 40 or 50 pounds I wouldn't cry about it.
And I am really going to try and get out of credit card debt hell
this year.
But no pressure. No lists. No "I will do these things or else I am a
bad person"
I am a bad person. Whether or not I accomplish these things. It won't
make me any better or any worse than the rest of the creeps crawling
around on the planet's surface.