Happy New Year everyone! My one goal of the new year is to actually use my date book. I used to have a waitress memory – well, a good waitress memory not the kind that forgets your fries – but now I have the memory of a computer drone. Which means I wake up in the middle of the night panicking about something I forgot to do. Sometimes it’s a big thing (my cousin’s Bat Mitvah) sometimes it’s a little thing (return a dvd) but I always have to have something nagging me. I think I am trying to relive childhood tendencies of irresponsibility. It’s amazing to think of the patterns we unwittingly repeat throughout our adulthood. We as in me – not you. You are perfect and completely emotionally healthy. But I was wondering why I refuse to get my life in order and it’s simply that it’s not something I’m used to, it feels foreign and weird to me if I don’t have the parental voices of Netflix ringing in my ears. But I’m not considering it a resolution – I’m approaching it in a completely utilitarian way. I have a Slingshot organizer that happens to start on January 1st so I must use it. The awful part is that I have absolutely no idea where I put it. Ba-dum-dum. No, really I don’t. And I think I lost my digital camera, too.
Anyways, here's to a great year of tofu and cupcakes and murdering poor helpless broccolis.