What’s the point of making New Years Resolutions? I’d rather reflect on the shit I actually accomplished in the last year.
With more hits in a week than the first three years I blogged, combined… now seems like as good a time as any. So we’re two weeks into 2011, I sort of move on my own time frame.
I grew an acre of vegetables in my ridiculously large garden, in spite of the Dirty Boat Stealing asshole telling me I couldn’t do it without him. There’s nothing like raw hate and sheer stubbornness to motivate a girl right into vegetable hoarding.
I learned to say no…. and mean it. I retired my job as a doormat.
I earned my fins… and learned to be quite the Shark, myself.
I got my first tattoo… and my second…. and my third. Each one more significant than the last. Always spontaneously and they’ve already taught me to embrace what I love. I realized the value of Kanji first hand last week when a lady was glaring at my tattoo and finally asked what it meant. Being that I didn’t want to go into my whole Shark FAQ… I told her it meant something else. Three cheers for Japanese.
I held my ground… or didn’t… that night is still fuzzy. Here’s hoping, how’s that?
I’ve been peed on… and…. well… whoa.
I ran over the dog. FML. Poor Emma…
I had to make a list of the men in my life… and should update it…
I learned to embrace my dress & heels habit… and use it to my advantage.
and I fell in love… and it didn’t end well…