Big f'ing deal.
I'm sitting in my room with Aslan, who is severely pissed off at me for giving him a bath this morning and who is now sitting at the end of my bed glaring at me as he plots my slow, agonizing death. I'm basically hiding in here with the furious feline because I've had just about all of the kumbaya-positive thinking-hippie-The Secret-self help bullshit I can take. If I want to be a surly, the glass is half empty, bitch who curses like she's in a Quentin Tarantino film, then by god it's my prerogative isn't it?
I don't do the whole New Year's Resolutions crap...but I do resolve that the next time someone takes it upon themselves to point out my faults and/or criticize my 'so-called' shortcomings (while acting as if they have none of their own), my response will look something like this:
As I said, I don't make New Year's Resolutions. Mainly because after a week or so of eating nothing but rice cakes and slimfast and walking on the treadmill for an hour or two everyday...just so that I can lose a few pounds and conform to a fascist beauty standard because some jerk who isn't worth my time called me fat...well, that just makes me want to go on a Godzilla like rampage. Also, they usually entail giving up your vices, and I like my vices just fine, thank you very much. So, in lieu of 'resolutions', I give you 'plans'. Things I will be doing in 2011:
- Graduating from college in May. Goodbye forever UAB, I will not miss you.
- Moving away...for good. I want to make it to California before the end of 2011.
- Rid myself of fake, disloyal, toxic 'friends'.
- Misha Collins (if only in my dreams).
So, in conclusion...Have a safe and happy New Year's Eve/New Year's Day...be responsible...embrace your vices...be who you really are, even if that's a surly, foul-mouthed heathen like me...and as you're getting wasted tonight, remember to hydrate, hydrate, hydrate...