"Stoopid frog"

I lifted this title off a comment on Alison's blog. There it was slightly more in-context, but I like the combination of words as commentary to her parable. Made me giggle.

Since I returned from Phoenix, I've been running around (again) finishing up the apartment details. If I hadn't "hired" M to help me today, it may have never gotten done. But it did, all of it: the painting, the shampooing, and the scrub scrub scrubbing off months of cat hair, grease, and dead skin. All this work for a place I'm leaving. It seems anti-climactic.

I'm not going to write a year-in-sum post because frankly, I'm too depressed. On New Year's Eve last year, recovering (or not recovering, as the case may be) from a broken heart, I vowed to kiss as many boys as possible at the stroke of midnight.

I did. And because, dear readers, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction (this is what comes of taking creative writing instead of physics in high school), the resulting kissers/kissees all came back to haunt me in one way or another throughout the year. More drama than I care to recall or relive, and mostly self-induced. Enough on that.

This year I'll sip my champagne quietly, kiss my friends warmly on both cheeks like Europeans do, and resolve to move slower and more deliberately. Enter 2005: proceed with caution.