I'm 32! Again!

As I close out another year of successfully existing on this planet, my thoughts turned to goals for the year ahead. I’m not normally all about goals. Sure, they’re great, and we’re always making goals, but what purpose do they really serve other than to upset you at a specific time that you yourself set in the future?

I read about this woman who started a blog chronicling her goal to read 50 books a year. Really? 50 a year? That doesn’t seem like a lot. I once read 5 books in 3 days when my TV was broken. Clearly, the solution was to make sure the TV was never broken again. During my years as a history major we were required to read about 3 books a week, sometimes far more. All I’m saying is that 50 seems to be a little slacker-ish as far as goals go. What’s that saying? If you aim for the stars sometimes you’ll reach the moon? Yes, that’s it. Why not promise you’re going to read 5,000 in one year? That’s only slightly more than 13 books a day. You could end up reading 11 books a day. Go for it!

I have decided to not see any Cuba Gooding Jr. movies this year. It will be hard (what if he releases Snow Dogs 3: Search for the Lost Tundra Paws of Gold?) but I think it will be worth it.

I will continue my one woman fight against the abominations that are harem pants. Trust me on this one: I have lived through one harem/genie/Hammer pant era and you will live to regret your foray into the puffy pant. Especially if you sew them yourself out of gold fabric.

I will cease my recent Woody Allen-esque preoccupation with the specter of my own death. No one appreciates a third of a life crisis, it's too silly to even contemplate.

I think I can stop getting choked up when I hear the strains of All Along the Watchtower and wondering what Gaius Baltar is up to lately.

There will be a no holds barred clean out of the closet and shoe box. I mean it. This time for real. Seriously.

This is the point of the piece where an author would normally review the goals of the previous year and hold them up to scrutiny. I guess not having made any birthday goals last year pays off in less writing this year. I love when past self helps future self like that, good work everyone.




Mysuestories had a great idea! (and Hi!)
How about a delurk day?


You wouldn't have to get me anything else, although I'm not turning down extravagent and inappropriate gifts of any sort.