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01.01.2003 -
Wednesday
It's the day of resolving;
have you made a list? If yours is anything like mine, it starts
right off with the top of the nation's hit parade: I Will Get
In Shape This Year. I will go to the gym, even if it's
dark and I'm tired and hungry and every molecule in my body is
screaming to go home and become one with the couch. I will eschew,
not chew, Workplace's more fattening dinners and lunches in favor
of greens and fiber! I will look good in the fake leather halter
top I bought once in a fit of optimism/insanity.
I will, I will, I will.
I will get rid of this confounded
cold before the end of 2003. I will continue to spend
happy weekends rooting around in Half Price Books like a truffle-hunting
pig. I will try to help make Workplace succeed. I will wear 'smoky'
eye makeup at least once. I will mince around in front of JB
in sleazy lingerie and clear plastic heels. I will do something
that scares me. I will go on an incredible vacation.
I will drink more water.
I will try not to take so much
ibuprofen. I will paint my nails more often. I will make at minimum
one non work-related friend. I will go to the doctor. I will
try and write in this journal more often.
I will somehow, without actually
having to be a TWoP recapper or talented/seasoned journalist,
get my diary linked on Damn Hell Ass Kings.
I will not let my face get
sunburned this summer. I will be gracious about turning 29 and
not make big annoying squawks about being dangnear30.
I will make JB take ballroom dancing lessons with me. I will
plant a magnolia tree. I will go hiking and camping more often.
I will floss.
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It's a dreary day for the first
of the new year, here in Seattle. The rain is coming down in
giant relentless sheets; wipers-on-high rain, hydroplaning-across-lanes
rain.
It's the second time in the
last couple weeks I've driven across the 520 bridge with whitened
knuckles and furrowed brow - last Friday we had a record windstorm,
which whipped the waters of Lake Washington so waves blew across
the bridge. Inching across, I could feel the movement beneath
me, this disconcerting sway.
When I got home, the power
was out. We ordered a pizza, and I lit every candle in the house,
and we sat in front of the flickering glow and ate dinner and
told stories. And when we had almost become used to the candlelight
and cool darkness of the house, all of the electricity came back
on with a sudden burst of light and noise and we gazed wide-eyed
at each other, startled and smiling.
Happy New Year.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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