So you know when a dear old friend texts and you see it and go "awww!" and you mean to text back but then you get a phone call or somehow otherwise distracted. Then you remember it later but you get distracted again because you have quinoa burning on the stove, and then like a week later you remember you never texted back and you want to text back right then but you're in pretty heavy traffic. Then months pass and you just feel like a piece of shit and you want to text back but you feel so much time has passed it would be insulting to text back, and it slowly and painfully gnaws at you...
Anyone with me on that?
Well that is what blogging turned into for me... and you eventually just have to man up and text back, or man up and blog, rather.
I feel that since this is conceivably the last New Year's for which we will make resolutions, since the hysteria surrounding that 2012 bullshit may just lead to the downfall of mankind, I should actually make and carry out some myself. That includes less fucking around.
That's pretty reasonable, right? Anyone else got some pretty awesome and super vague resolutions?
Skirt: Urban Renewal (Urban Outfitters)
Shoes: Swedish Hasbeens
Sunglasses: Ray Bans (Prescription! Thanks Bahb!)
Oh, I just realized that the title is even WITTIER than I originally thought! I know what you're thinking, "WITTIER than replacing one word with another word that rhymes in a pretty popular saying?! IMPOSSIBLE!" Well, it is, it really is because... DRUMROLL PLEASE... my mama actually bought me this llama sweater at Madewell in Annapolis!
Anyway, Happy New Year's everyone and seriously... how the hell have you guys been?!
Here's to less fucking around :o)