pfft. whatever.
I’m pretty crabby/grumpy/bitchy at the moment. I’m a horrible housekeeper on many different levels, I procrastinate in every aspect of my life, I’m arrogant, jump to wrong conclustions and can spit a loogie farther than most men I know to this day.
Resolutions. I’m just not in the mood to make them. I feel like if I make a New Year resolution, it’s doomed to fall by the wayside.
The one thing I would love to change about myself is the determination and fortitude to finish projects. This would help me in so many different ways. I start out wonderfully, then lose steam way before anything gets accomplished. Then all my projects stack up, nothing gets done and I’m surrounded by piles of crap that are a reflections of my failure. Which makes baby Jesus cry.
And I’ve got to say, it hurt to type out “failure.” Little tears of shame started to well up. Not sure if it’s self pity, inadequacy or frustration, maybe a combination of a few different things.
I hate PMS on January 1.
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In the year 2005 I resolve to: |