I went Ikea-ing today and picked up another Billy bookcase. Tressheek.

I woke up INEXPLICABLY ANGRY.

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That's a lie. I got angry after I woke up.

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NYRs(!) (!)


I always say this, but as usual, I want to kick ass in the coming new year.

2000-2009 The end of an era, practically.

I'll miss you sometimes, decade in which I came of age. But I probably mostly won't. You were too "Dawson's Creek" for my taste, right up to the very last second. So piss off, teenage wasteland, boondock angst. (Lawl). Okay, not really, I'm glad you happened. I just wish I was able to cope more efficiently. N E WAY.

This year's list will be more succinct than lists of yore.

1. "Rome wasn't built in a day."

2. More books; less Internet.

3. More writing; less Internet.

4. More exercise; less drowning in SAD/fretting otherwise.

5. More cooking; less restaurants.

6. More fruits; less chips and dip-like foods.

7. Pay off credit card.

There are other things that need fixing but they're all sub-categories of the things listed.

Okay I think I'll go.

When people decorate their lawns with plastics and inflatables from EVERY BLESSED CRISPIXY CONCEPT. For example. The lawn will have a nativity scene {with or without a Little Tykes log cabin as the barn}. And then a few feet away there will be a giant blow-up Santa Ho-hoing away. And then ~guarding~ the house will be a couple of Nutcrackers. On the roof will be an inflatable Snoopy snowglobe. WE STAND FOR ALL THINGS CRISPIX. INCLUDING TIGGER IN A SANTA CAP AND WINNIE THE POOH CARRYING PRESENTS.

This semester was outrageous.





But it's OVER.


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Celebrate?