Feelin’ fine in 2009

Despite the seemingly hundreds of Facebook friends I have whose statuses included words like “Veuve Cliquot” and “hair of the dog” on New Year’s, celebrations around these parts were embarrassingly tame.  As in we ate spinach dip and watched episodes of “Freaks and Geeks” until flipping to Ryan Seacrest and Kellie Pickler at 11:55. PAAAARRRRRRRRRTAAAYYY!

To make up for our lameness we kissed at midnight. On the lips. FOR MORE THAN FIVE SECONDS.  It was hot.

In other news, I’ve been having some sort of odd sensation these days, like a giddy excited stomach kind of feeling.  I think it might be happiness.  Although I’m not ruling out gas.  It seemed to start after I passed the ominous barrier of Turning Thirty and after a steep plunge around, oh, THE LAST TWO WEEKS IN OCTOBER, it shot back up to previous levels and has been rising ever since.  It turns out that depregnating myself seemed to be a pretty big upper.  See also: cute baby.

But I think it’s more than that.  Boring as it was, marking the shift into 2009 makes me feel hopeful and anticipatory.  I’m not entirely sure about what.  Kind of everything.  I have some personal goals that are energizing: a goal to get into better shape, and a goal to write more and often, the latter of which is sort of fresh and new for me.  Because as much as I have resisted using the word “writing” when it comes to this blog, I’ve come to realize that that is exactly what I’ve been doing.  And I’ve stuck with it, and I even…enjoy it.  No one is more shocked about this than I am, believe me.  But I think that when you take time to do something every day (or almost every day), you can’t help but find some groove in it.  You can’t help but get a little addicted.

So I guess I’ve decided to rip off the patch and throw away the gum and just admit that I like to write.  THERE.  I SAID IT.  And now I will probably get the biggest chunk of writer’s block in the history of the written word and write the shittiest bunch of turd posts you’ve ever read.  GREAT.  ENJOY THE EXCREMENT.

Now that I’ve revealed mine, I want to know: what are your goals for 2009?

(BESIDES NEVER MISSING A DAY OF YESTERTIME, OBV.)