I know, most people start out the New Year with resolutions, but Homey don’t play dat. I flirted with trying them out the past two years. As a result of that scientifically-based research study, I feel confident with my decision to revert to my original stance on resolutions. To wit: they are a big fat waste of my mental time and energy. I can never keep up with them and really? I don’t need any more items on my “yearly list of stuff I’ve failed at doing well” do you?
Yeah, that’s what I thought. And see? Now you have my research study to back you up on that.
I will pause while you shower me with gratitude (and presents).
It seems to make more sense to reflect on the good and bad of the past year and try to come away with some understanding of myself.
So, here is some of what 2010 taught me:
I kick ASS at “Angry Birds.”
Vanilla-scented, shea-infused lounge socks from Bath & Body Works are like orgasms for your feet.
Nyquil may be the only cold medicine that works, but it tastes like a cross between vomit and gasoline. Cherry-flavored, my ass!
Courtesy of “Glee: Karaoke” for the Wii, I learned that despite all of my years singing in choirs, I apparently can’t sing for sh*t. BUT, white girl can bust a rhyme, yo. “Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it…vanilla ice, ice baby.”
I am ridiculously thrilled by the sight of my jewelry designs in magazines.
I can live perfectly fine without a working oven, but if the AC dies, I’m going to a hotel for the night.
Danny Glover and I are BOTH getting too old for this sh*t.
I bought A LOT of beads in 2010. When I end up on an episode of “Hoarders” it will show people in Haz Mat suits tossing bins of beads into trucks to be hauled away. About halfway through the second day, they’ll finally unearth my desiccated corpse…and there will be a smile on my face.
The blog got boring, predictable and oh-so-hard to write (especially towards the end of 2010). It needs a re-vamp. Stay tuned for some announcements later this week about what I’m going to do to it!
And Happy New Year!