I don't do new year's resolutions. Primarily because I find that the time for resolve is now, when it's needed.
That being said, this was cute:
In the year 2005 I resolve to:
Spend more time snuggling puppies. Drink more beer. Spend more time surfing porn at work. Get fired from my current job. Masturbating at least twice a day. Procrastinate more. Become a slut. Get myself admitted to a mental institution. Bang the girl who lives next door. Become anti-social. Become one with my inner sociopath.
I pretty much just got done with all of the prep for some crock-pot based pasta sauce, or what I call Salsa Mañana. Yeah, I know, technically it's not salsa, but I like the alliteration. It rained last night, then froze on everything. If I look out my window, everything is glazed like a Christmas ham, but less tasty. And there is the occasional bit of cussing as folks scrape the frosty goodness off of their windshields. Thinking of going to see The Darkness. Or maybe running out to Breast Buy and getting a couple more DVDs to add to the collection of movies that I haven't watched yet. Or I could go to CompUSA and get a USB hard drive.
So I made it two steps out the door before slipping on the ice. It's amazing-- almost completely invisible, but between 1/8" and 1/4" thick everywhere. I'm gonna put on a different pair of shoes and try again, but I'm thinking maybe driving may not be the best today.