"And its newly-risen crescent..." ~ Jane Eyre
A New Year's Post, a la Bridget Jones. Happy New Year, Chaps!
I WILL NOT
Drink Merlot. I did a few blends this past year. Its time to let the grape go.
Waste money on: every other shade of lipstick at the Mac counter, scented lotions that I already have a plethora of, hairdresser blowing hair out straight (must embrace curls).
Fall for any of the following: doctors, men who still live at home, commitmentphobes, immature fops, emotional fuckwits, Mets fans, men who only drink American beer.
Get annoyed with every other member in my department.
Get upset over men, but instead be outwardly poised and appear as cool ice-queen. Think Narnia, people.
Buy another pair of Uggs as much as I want to.
Purchase a toy for Jack until his birthday in September, as the child seems to own his own branch of Toys-R-Us at the moment.
Continue taking DVDs from sis's collection, such as Walk the Line and Pride and Prejudice, but purchase my own copies.
Give up coffee. Ever. (Drinking a rich cup of Kona coffee at the moment)
Roll my eyes, groan, sigh, bitch, and curse each time I log on to EHarmony.
Purchase a Lazaro lime-green dress for J. Sarah's wedding, as much as I love the cut.
Be a size 4 by her wedding.
Work on my running time.
Take a knife skills class at the Viking Store since I bought myself a santoku knife for Christmas.
Take a language class at the new Berlitz school that literally opened up around the corner.
Change career and find a new job.
Get a laptop.
Eat more salmon.
Start the novel that is in my head.
Get a stovetop expresso maker.
Purchase a stunning right hand ring for myself.
Be more diligent about returning emails and calls quicker.
Learn to meditate.
Win bet I have going with D.R. where the winner chooses own adventure in the Spring.
Contemplate moving to Queens just because J.Sarah would be around the corner.
Reader, welcome to my life.
- Name: ThursdayNext
- Location: New York, United States