2011-01-02 / 1:12 a.m.

I rang in 2011 with a thermometer in my mouth watching fireworks on the television. I watched some tacky late-night talkshow with my mother and we both laughed so hard at this one part that I thought I was about to burst open and that was a pretty nice sensation, if I'm honest.
I had one, no, okay, two new year's resolutions last year. Nothing impractical or impossible or ridiculous. I accomplished both. One I am proud of. One, not so proud. This year is all about improving on both situations and making them work better for myself, because after all, who's gonna make me happy if I don't do it?