It's that time again--when one runs through their life like a broken house looking for everything to fix. That's right--it's New Years. So much pressure for resolutions!
Sometimes the thought of that mean fat diapered Baby New Year makes me see red laserballs from my eyes! I have given up on resolutions and instead celebrate "me." I call up my parentals and ask them, "tell me about when I was a baby." I suggest this exercise for everybody.
I look at myself for hours in the mirror and adore myself. I even find my face shape. Why spend time trying to "improve" yourself when you can find the real you instead.
New Years resolutions--I say throw um' to the dogs! Chili dogs!
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