Happy Twenty-12! Another ball drops on what I usually deem highly anti-climatic night. Oh great, another year closes and I'm still not making money, wishing the gym was a little less of a daunting idea, haven't gotten those sexy shoes of their box yet, and yes of course we are starting the year Zero Weeks Pregnant - actually... that's a halleluiah moment for the fact that I'm not pregnant... however, given the scope of this blog, it's another year starting out wondering where I can possibly go into the dark realm of dating, boyfriends, watching relationships begin and crumble from afar, and wondering how many more Saturday nights my hips can handle of Ben & Jerry's (come on girls, you can't handle it... go big or go home).
