crushing reality of the fact that I have only one week left to become a
millionaire, has dropped upon me, this year I’m making a more realistic
resolution. You know, something a bit less challenging. Every self help
book proclaims that people need to set out realistic small goals,
so later you can feel good about achieving them. So this is mine…
Fashiony part: I remember having this pair of jeans in my 8th grade and hated them in my guts. I thought I looked like grandma and that these exact pair of jeans, would be the reason I wouldn’t get laid till the day I die.
Merry Christmas everyone, have a fantastic, alcohol fueled holidays! Now I’m off to my parents, to eat all their food and to completely shatter all their dreams of having a daughter with ambitions and goals.