The Last Day of the Year

So, how was that for you? 2007, I mean. I hope it went well. I hope you got what you wanted, and I hope that only in the best way possible. I hope you were healthy, and that people were kind to you, and that you were kind to them, and I hope that you improved and made steps towards a better life. I hope the same for you this year, but for 2008 I will add that I am hereby removing the pressure on you to resolve to lose 15 lbs or whatever. That shit is stupid.

Last night I asked Kyle what he wanted to do to ring in the new year, and he looked at me blankly. We've been invited to a couple things - a party, and goth night at some club in Hollywood - but none of it sounds that compelling. I feel very shruggy about it. I talked to his sister about it, and she has no opinion either and so is no help to me at all. The most coherent thought I've had is that I'd ideally do something with an 80's theme, you know? 80's in '08? There's a nice palindromic ring to it, at least in my head. I'm mostly just excited about having the next 3 days off. I plan on shopping at the Marc Jacobs store on Melrose that a co-worker told me about and straightening out when I'll be in Houston.

I need to revolutionize my life. I need a hobby. I need to read more, and whine less. I need to watch fewer fashion shows and work harder on creating (or nurturing) my own style. I need to write more editorials and actually start sending them out. I need to donate my money to people who actually need things.

So I guess those are my resolutions.

Happy 2008.