I rarely stick with anything. My one success?!? I quit smoking, and that wasn't even a new year's resolution. That was an I-don't-want-to-die-from-mouth-cancer-after-a-dental-checkup-nightmare. Hypochondria and biopsies under general anesthesia don't exactly go well together.
Turns out, this isn't the first time I've pondered the thought of my resolution failures. Apparently, this is an annual thing for me. Been there, done that, yet I keep misplacing the t-shirt. My disdain for new years' resolutions continues. I'm an obvious glutton for punishment. Click on the link and see for yourself.
In order to kick off the year like everyone else with a head full of dreams (but with zilch motivation), here's what I've got:
- I will not eat liver. Of any kind. It's the poop filter, folks! Need I say more?
Oh, were you looking for more? Please, it took all I had to come up with that one. Feel free to borrow it if you'd like. You're welcome.
