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So last week I saw a very good looking guy on the sky train. I wanted to ask him to marry me but I thought that might be coming on too strong. I’m trying to limit the number of marriage proposals I give out each year. It might take away from the real thing, you know?

This December to January transition is always the impetus for us to cozy up to our introspective selves. We all take a moment to evaluate our past 365 days of successes, failures, cheers and jeers. And then we set ambitious goals for next year, always in pursuit of those elusive, self-actualizing epiphanies. It’s all a conditioned reaction that usually offers some sort of necessary catharsis.

This is my moment.

2007 was exhausting. I am absolutely drained. If I were a balloon, I would be one of those deflated balloons…emptied of all creative metaphors. This is definitely my final wind. For the last few weeks I have been capitalizing on my weekends with hours of laying in bed, surrendering to the seductive enticement of sloth. Actually that’s not completely true. Contrary to some people’s supreme-o nerdo perception of me, I’ve been enjoying a series of very eventful weekends, which is also a nice change.

It’s all been such a blur, with slight inflection points, illuminating the very few moments that can be re-lived. Not a blur, in an uninspiring, painful hangover kind of way. But it just went by so fast, leaving little time to really digest…anything. This was my goal for my mini-holiday – to bring much needed sensibility back to my life, reassessing my priorities and realigning my goals.

Here’s a quick snapshot at what I hoped for 2007 –

to be less emo and less sarcastic >> I think I will forever harbor an undying love for my vintage wearing, wrist-splitting, forever lovelorn musicians. Don’t hate, their pain is so real! As for sarcasm, that might be my only charm, so in light of the potential perilous social ramifications, I am keeping that characteristic.

to be more witty and look more like a Main Street hipster >> The writer’s strike has really hampered my efforts to be witty. Clever TV/film dialogue is my muse. I miss Main St. I haven’t been there in a while. I’ve started frequenting the Kits coffee shops, trading in the hipsters for the yuppies. Oh god, what is happening to me?!

to grow up and retire my cartoon t-shirts >> The last t-shirt I purchased showed a horse shooting a basketball with the text “HUMA_” printed alongside the graphic. Get it?! OMG, effing hilarious, okay?? How can anyone resist?

to be nicer to my family >> I bought a nice Christmas present for my sister? Does that count? Actually, the subtext of this goal screams “to be less selfish.” I’m working on it.

to smile only when I really mean it >> I’m smiling less, but when I do smile, it’s really pretty.

to love, know and appreciate You more >> This is a big God/spritual thing and it’s private.

I don’t want to make another detailed list for 2008. I find I’m not very sincere when penning these resolutions. Bottom line, I’m always in pursuit of some of sense of satisfaction/happiness sprinkled with hefty doses of love, peace, health, success, funniness and good looking boys – who ride the skytrain – who ignite my impulses for marriage proposals.

One token of serious though – in 2008, I really do resolve to be less selfish. I don’t know how that will transpire, but that’s my hope.

Man…”HUMA_”…what a great shirt. LOL, dudes. LOL to us all.

I’m going to start reading a book.
Books without faces are so great.

A perfect memory. No next day. Forever untainted. Perfect.