2000-12-29 | 05:48:31

new year's eve approaches, and with it, new year's adam.

this means it's time to take stock of the year that was and to make preparations for the year that is to be. unless, of course, you're an iconoclastic slacker who will not be tugged by the ebb and flow of societal dictates. fine, be that way. cha!

as i reflect on my 2000, i must say it was lovely year in many, many ways. in some ways, i lived it up a bit too much. i have decided that for me, 2000 was the year of spending dangerously. i have decided to follow the u.s. economy's lead and consider my own financial state to be in a recession as well. i've already started being a bit more careful about the way i dole out the dollars, and it actually feels good. i guess i'm still a kid who needs structure, in a way.

and all you other kids, take it from me, a diaryland elder, don't be charging up your credit cards. it'll just bite you in the butt in a way you don't want to be bit. (ok, let's not get into your fetishes right now.) deal in cash, baby, baby. dead presidents all the way, yo. i say this because my financial butt is currently tender from not using tender. i don't want you to get up that alley. lecture over.

so, yes. i'm gonna be a smarter spender. i'm gonna exercise regularly. i'm gonna eat better. oh, and i'm gonna try to be on-time to things. whew! i'm gonna be busy. but it helps to write it down. to tell the world, as it were.

i'm looking forward to the newness of a fresh year. a fresh calendar. a fresh start. c'mon over here 2001, i wanna plant a big wet one on ya!

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spotlight on cool journals:

i just found bologna 36 and think he puts a nice serving of heart into his entries. this excerpt is from an entry on how he has to listen to the sometimes annoying end credits music while cleaning up the aisles at his movie theater job:

"I have one solace, though. 'What Women Want.' I want to drop and kiss the feet of whoever decided who the songs in the credits of this movie is/are. We have Peggy Lee performing 'I�ve Got the World On a String' and good ol� Frankie Sinatra with 'Too Marvelous For Words.' I make it an effort to make it into this one when the credits are still playing. You can�t but feel smooth when you�re listening to Old Blue Eyes. Only Sinatra can make you feel smooth while you�re sweeping spilled popcorn into a little bucket thing with a little two-foot broom. What�s better, is the feeling stays if you can get it stuck in your head. If you come into the Hoits Cinnema in Bangor, Maine in the next couple of days and you see me gracefully dancing down the hall with a garbage can on wheels, you�ll know what movie I cleaned last. Because yes, I have been known to dance with the Giant-Garbage-Can-On-Wheels (tm) with Frankie crooning away in my head."

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karen may be spoken for, but she still has a few choice words for her girlboy list...

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