Well, look at that, it’s 2012.
2012.
Wow. So, if you had asked me in 2000 where I thought I’d be in 12 years, I’d probably say acting or writing and definitely married and a mother and super happy and everything would be all sun-shiny and wonderful and little birds would sing me awake every morning.
So here I am now; with two degrees I’m not using, in debt, living in some craptastic apartment, working at a job that is the opposite of what I want. Jack lives far, far away. My cat is clearly annoyed with me. I just dropped $400 on a Buick. A BUICK of all things.
So. Anyways. I have resolutions this year. I don’t feel like sharing this year because they’re really personal. Not some generic resolution that everyone else is going to make, just things that I need to fix for a multitude of reasons. I’m working on them even though they’re annoying and boring and make me wake up at unreasonable hours to do unreasonable things whilst nursing unreasonable hangovers.
I hope everyone had a good Christmas/Hanukkah/Solstice/Yule. This year Jack got me a Kindle. The thing (one of a million) that I love about Jack is that when he gets me something and I become absolutely absorbed in it, he just looks at me with a pleased smile on his face and nods. Oh, it’s fine you’re not listening. You’re happy and that’s all that matters. It’s a lovely sort of freedom. It’s the kind of thing that doesn’t get angry when I spend the next week breezing through The Hunger Games trilogy (holy crap) and several Sookie Stackhouse novels.
 I ve always wanted to write a novel and even though this one is, well, craptastic, I m thrilled to finally be getting something down.