resolutions...

Comes the time of year when people start making lists of incredulously stupid and senseless things that they want done by, or throughout, the following year. Oh, great indeed is the lure to make resolutions to make ourselves better people, and a most commendable thing indeed, to resolve to do things that are nigh impossible to achieve. Kind of like having a non-gatal Asy. Or a sexy Jin.

In the spirit of the festivities, I will now proceed to jot down my own list of unnecessary (in that I'm already perfect. Aha!) accessories to my already complicated life for the first time. Yes, the first time.

~Sculpt. As in, myself.

~Talk less. As in, all the time.

~Walk more, drive less.

~Eat less, drink less.

~Write more, cook more, bake more.

~Be more attentive, be less assertive.

~Become deadly mysterious.

~Keep my warranty valid.

~Spend only half of what I get.

~Look good naked, but stay single.

~Be deadly efficient.

~Stop making lists like this.

Meh.