happy new year, pussycat. it’s 2004 and this year is going to be spectacular. well, it will be once i recover from 2003.
last night i celebrated new years eve with my sister at a party down the block. it was pretty fun — jello shots!!! — then countdown to 2004, new years kisses, and sparkling wine. after that i couldn’t really handle it anymore so my sis and i headed back to my place to watch “Bridget Jones’ Diary” (which starts on new years, appropriately enough). then i got the stomach flu. happy new year!!!
last night’s walk from the party brought this year’s first moment of clarity. the walk, albeit short, was the first real thing i’d felt all night. the weather was spectacular, people were outside, fireworks. my sis and i started talking about new years resolutions. she used the phrase “a clean slate” at one point. i don’t really remember the whole conversation (bad memory and all), but i think this year is going to be all about making productive choices in my life. i’m going to SERIOUSLY look for a job. i’m not going to smoke no matter how stressed out or drunk or lonely i am. i’m not going to binge drink. i’m going to excercise and eat good food and master thin crust pizza. and i’m also going to continue to try not to talk shit about (or tease or belittle) other people.
in the spirit of the australians, i’m going to be me, and i’m going to love it.
and in the spirit of getting my ass kicked, i’m feeling a little bummed about my aching tummy. so, as i fast my woes away, my sis and i are off to the movies to see “Peter Pan”!!!
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Hello…I Googled for new years eve chicago, but found your page about the art of new years resolutions at spacekadet blog…and have to say thanks. nice read.