Because I'm different, I wrote out my resolutions in story format, so I would feel like I wrote something. Enjoy.
Conversations with the Previous Year.
I walk out of the room with her body lying on the floor twitching and seizing, her leg keeps hitting the sofa. A trail of white nose crank outlining her body. I throw the bottle of champagne against the far wall before closing the door behind me.
"May you die tonight, because I'm moving in with another time, another year, another woman. One that will do me right and won't hurt me more and steer me right. I'm not coming back this time, you'll have to die alone. I hope the paramedics laugh at your deteriating corpse. A skeleton of false hopes, cocaine veins, and solace found in words. You did me wrong and I will not honor you by doing you better."
After locking the door, I took a paper with my resolutions for the new year out and taped them below the peephole. My personal 95 thesis with a name and phone number at the bottom so people can check to make sure I'm fulfilling things set on my list. A calling card for paramedics.
Resolutions
1. Tonight I decided I want to work in either publishing or journalism, but not mainstream papers, an independent source like the Dallas Observer. I'm not going to be making it out to California it seems for schooling [another story], so do what's available here. Film and production design I can do on the weekends for my own films in the mean time, but I want to write it more than I want to direct it at this point in my life. So Degree is something dealing with writing and print. So with my focus being journalism or writing for print, the quest for colleges to transfer into begins with the University of Colorado at Boulder leading the way. I'm sorry SCAD, although you are my love child, I can't do it yet.
2. Remove myself from this house and develop my own life outside it or establish my own life outside of it and just use the room as a place to sleep between classes and work. Phone bills, insurance, everything in my name. I want to be able to support myself close to fully without their help by 2006. If not that, then I want to be able to do so when I move off for school.
3. Finish my Associates by the end of this year and not let anything interfere. If that means being sober, then so be it. I can drink on weekends and do whatever else I need to do inject, snort, pop, or smoke then as well. If I have to work, then it can wait till afterwards.
4. Change jobs to something that pays more, offers better hours, and can work better around my school schedule. Something that I can do preferably at night, but at this point I don't care. Hell, I'll even work at Starbucks.
5. Work on the novel and finish the first draft. Doesn't sound too hard, but seeing as how it's proving to be, this is going to be my favorite and most hated resolution.
6. Work on a developing a business plan for setting up a literary coffee bar [the wet velvet] so that I can work towards it. Also look into how to set out to own rental property to generate a source of income outside of the actual job. That way I can get the coffee bar going full steam and hopefully get whatever other literary endeavors I have funded through it.
7. Get the first tattoo something related to the novel most likely. It'll sorta be my reward for finishing the novel. Because well shit that's an accomplishment, like getting a set put up here except with work put in over a longer period of time.
8. Own a piece of Bengal art.
And that's it for the year 2005. No bullshit resolutions of losing weight or drinking less or stoping the nicotine habit [amongst other substance abuses] or finding love, but real resolutions. Resolutions that take responsibility for the now and plan for the future. Grow up beyond the past and take on the future with a vengence [maybe a few cigarettes and a saltshaker].
Random note: my hands still smell like cocoa butter lotion from when a lesbian stripper massaged them New Year's Night. I've never had every finger pop while being massaged. It was great. It was only my hands, but still. Nice. I need more lesbian friends.
Summary Quote of Previous Years in Hopes of Moving Forward
Decayed; a snowflake in the rain. I walk down the street under the cloud cover with no protection except for her words in my head numbing my body from the world. Perserved there, because she died years ago and I haven't moved on yet.
Conversations with the Previous Year.
I walk out of the room with her body lying on the floor twitching and seizing, her leg keeps hitting the sofa. A trail of white nose crank outlining her body. I throw the bottle of champagne against the far wall before closing the door behind me.
"May you die tonight, because I'm moving in with another time, another year, another woman. One that will do me right and won't hurt me more and steer me right. I'm not coming back this time, you'll have to die alone. I hope the paramedics laugh at your deteriating corpse. A skeleton of false hopes, cocaine veins, and solace found in words. You did me wrong and I will not honor you by doing you better."
After locking the door, I took a paper with my resolutions for the new year out and taped them below the peephole. My personal 95 thesis with a name and phone number at the bottom so people can check to make sure I'm fulfilling things set on my list. A calling card for paramedics.
Resolutions
1. Tonight I decided I want to work in either publishing or journalism, but not mainstream papers, an independent source like the Dallas Observer. I'm not going to be making it out to California it seems for schooling [another story], so do what's available here. Film and production design I can do on the weekends for my own films in the mean time, but I want to write it more than I want to direct it at this point in my life. So Degree is something dealing with writing and print. So with my focus being journalism or writing for print, the quest for colleges to transfer into begins with the University of Colorado at Boulder leading the way. I'm sorry SCAD, although you are my love child, I can't do it yet.
2. Remove myself from this house and develop my own life outside it or establish my own life outside of it and just use the room as a place to sleep between classes and work. Phone bills, insurance, everything in my name. I want to be able to support myself close to fully without their help by 2006. If not that, then I want to be able to do so when I move off for school.
3. Finish my Associates by the end of this year and not let anything interfere. If that means being sober, then so be it. I can drink on weekends and do whatever else I need to do inject, snort, pop, or smoke then as well. If I have to work, then it can wait till afterwards.
4. Change jobs to something that pays more, offers better hours, and can work better around my school schedule. Something that I can do preferably at night, but at this point I don't care. Hell, I'll even work at Starbucks.
5. Work on the novel and finish the first draft. Doesn't sound too hard, but seeing as how it's proving to be, this is going to be my favorite and most hated resolution.
6. Work on a developing a business plan for setting up a literary coffee bar [the wet velvet] so that I can work towards it. Also look into how to set out to own rental property to generate a source of income outside of the actual job. That way I can get the coffee bar going full steam and hopefully get whatever other literary endeavors I have funded through it.
7. Get the first tattoo something related to the novel most likely. It'll sorta be my reward for finishing the novel. Because well shit that's an accomplishment, like getting a set put up here except with work put in over a longer period of time.
8. Own a piece of Bengal art.
And that's it for the year 2005. No bullshit resolutions of losing weight or drinking less or stoping the nicotine habit [amongst other substance abuses] or finding love, but real resolutions. Resolutions that take responsibility for the now and plan for the future. Grow up beyond the past and take on the future with a vengence [maybe a few cigarettes and a saltshaker].
Random note: my hands still smell like cocoa butter lotion from when a lesbian stripper massaged them New Year's Night. I've never had every finger pop while being massaged. It was great. It was only my hands, but still. Nice. I need more lesbian friends.
Summary Quote of Previous Years in Hopes of Moving Forward
Decayed; a snowflake in the rain. I walk down the street under the cloud cover with no protection except for her words in my head numbing my body from the world. Perserved there, because she died years ago and I haven't moved on yet.
by the way, what did you think of hell's half acre?