Blogging shall resume on Monday with, I hope, more regularity in the new year. (HA. YEAH RIGHT.) My goal is Monday, Wednesday, Friday with possible random Tuesday/Thursday/Weekend surprises thrown in. I hope to get around to posting some resolutions along with how some of last year’s resolutions turned out.
In the mean time, here’s how my year went down on the blog. The below are the first bits of the first posts from every month with a link to the original entry. Enjoy!
January – “How depressed can I be with curly hair, those shoes and the best New Year’s Eve to date?”
February – “There are days, whether single or dating someone, when I miss an ex-boyfriend. I feel like a freak admitting this, however, it makes sense to me…”
March – “Tonight after philosophy class, I waited for the 6 train to come to a full stop before walking through the open doors. As soon as I did, I was nearly knocked over by a strong citrus scent that was wafting towards me in a thick haze…”
April – “This is my darling friend Erica. She had too much to drink at my party on Saturday night and I took this video of her calling a boy outside the bar. This boy will not commit to her so Erica decided to make sure he knew that she ‘has options’ and that while she was at the bar, she was getting ‘a lot of offers’…”
May – “Okay! Internet! I need your help! I am going to Italy…in…um…well…soon. Less than a week now. Shhh, don’t mention it or I’m going to flip out…”
June – “So, there’s that…”
July – “I wonder. How will I be treated when I’m no longer considered cute?”
August – “I just got back from a concert at Jones Beach. Maroon 5. Counting Crows. Stop making fun of me, the concert was amazing, shut up...”
September - “I accidentally got into a political discussion this weekend with my mother and grandmother. I say accidentally because a political discussion with my mother’s side of the family is something I NEVER would willingly want to get into…”
October – “I was sitting at my desk at work last spring talking to my mother, the receiver clamped between my neck and shoulder as I absentmindedly organized a spreadsheet. ‘So,’ sighed my mother. ‘Your sister’s entering a beauty pageant…’”
November – “I forget things.It might be genetic, it might be a bit of early dementia, it might be genetic early dementia. Who even knows. I’ve been suffering my entire life…”
December – “This morning as I was getting out of the shower, my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail as I did not recognize the number. It turned out to be a vocal coach I knew and his message essentially said that he was desperate to find a voice for a voiceover. It was for a children’s toy and the role would be the voice of a carrot. Is that something I think I can do?”