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02 January 2007 : just gravy.
so, i don't really believe in new year's resolutions. since they never work and all. on thursday night, having dinner with niqke and her family, i was implored by a young boy to share one (along with the rest of the table), so i hastily declared that i would discontinue the practice of bringing home boys from the theatre.
good in theory, good in practice - no more annoyed roommates, no more couches that smell like sweaty bassist, no more seven people trying to take hot showers in one morning, etcetera.
but i wouldn't call it a resolution. more like good common sense.
i will say that i have embarked on a mission to become at least slightly healthier, which so far involves a 30 minute boxing session every afternoon and some ridiculously sore back/shoulder muscles. this was not a specifically new year activity, however - it just so happened that the miracle of a punching bag was delivered to me at christmas, and a kindly not un-young gentleman accompanied me home on friday night to put it together (a task i could not have completed myself if only because the stand is approximately three feet taller than i am).
i have also given serious consideration to giving up the cigarettes. this is a many splendored thing. a 30 minute workout is seriously more difficult if you smoke immediately before and after; the two things go hand in hand. plus, i spend approximately 1/4 of my weekly budget on cigarettes. give that some consideration. plus, it's been, oh, FOUR YEARS, since i've been interested in/pursued by any gentleman who was a smoker.
so, i'm doing it for the boys, see.
but it's not about a new year, it's about coincidence, bad timing, conclusion and gin & tonics. i'll quit smoking, i'll get into shape, i'll stop dallying with musicians (if for nothing else than my frail adolescent heart), and i'll continue being brave and brazen. when i woke up at 10:30 on monday morning (after falling asleep to the simpsons at 10:30 on sunday night), i stepped out onto the back porch, lit a camel, and said "rabbit fucking rabbit," as i crouched under the bleak sky. i'd say it's going to be a long haul.
truthfully, though? were i going to make a resolution, it would be this:
i resolve to be conscious and aware of the fact that i am now too old to be the girl who gets drunk at the party, takes her pants off, and makes out with strangers.
posted by lindsay at 23:15 ::
so, i don't really believe in new year's resolutions. since they never work and all. on thursday night, having dinner with niqke and her family, i was implored by a young boy to share one (along with the rest of the table), so i hastily declared that i would discontinue the practice of bringing home boys from the theatre.
good in theory, good in practice - no more annoyed roommates, no more couches that smell like sweaty bassist, no more seven people trying to take hot showers in one morning, etcetera.
but i wouldn't call it a resolution. more like good common sense.
i will say that i have embarked on a mission to become at least slightly healthier, which so far involves a 30 minute boxing session every afternoon and some ridiculously sore back/shoulder muscles. this was not a specifically new year activity, however - it just so happened that the miracle of a punching bag was delivered to me at christmas, and a kindly not un-young gentleman accompanied me home on friday night to put it together (a task i could not have completed myself if only because the stand is approximately three feet taller than i am).
i have also given serious consideration to giving up the cigarettes. this is a many splendored thing. a 30 minute workout is seriously more difficult if you smoke immediately before and after; the two things go hand in hand. plus, i spend approximately 1/4 of my weekly budget on cigarettes. give that some consideration. plus, it's been, oh, FOUR YEARS, since i've been interested in/pursued by any gentleman who was a smoker.
so, i'm doing it for the boys, see.
but it's not about a new year, it's about coincidence, bad timing, conclusion and gin & tonics. i'll quit smoking, i'll get into shape, i'll stop dallying with musicians (if for nothing else than my frail adolescent heart), and i'll continue being brave and brazen. when i woke up at 10:30 on monday morning (after falling asleep to the simpsons at 10:30 on sunday night), i stepped out onto the back porch, lit a camel, and said "rabbit fucking rabbit," as i crouched under the bleak sky. i'd say it's going to be a long haul.
truthfully, though? were i going to make a resolution, it would be this:
i resolve to be conscious and aware of the fact that i am now too old to be the girl who gets drunk at the party, takes her pants off, and makes out with strangers.
posted by lindsay at 23:15 ::
2 Comments:
I notice that you didn't say you would actually stop, only that you would be aware that you were too old.
If you need any pointers on how that works, youngster... you know, of course, on whom to call.
By 
Frank Charlemagne, at
6:56 PM
Dude. You are NEVER to old to be that girl.