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Monday, July 14th, 2003
My Good Intentions
And why I don't follow through
1) Brushing my teeth twice a day and flossing one day out of two.
This didn't work because my memory is very short, so I honestly just forget to brush my teeth at night some times. Also, I'm a wimp and I don't like to floss. And yes, I know this makes me gross. I'm well aware.
2) Investing in a solid umbrella so I don't keep buying a cheap one that breaks within the year.
I thought I had this one covered, but then one of my housemates used my umbrella on a particularly gusty day and now my umbrella flips inside-out quite often and bends to one side.
3) Carrying a bottle of water everywhere with me so I don't feel the need to drink sugary juice every time I get unbearably thirsty.
Water is heavy, people. Who has the strength to carry a bottle of water everywhere? See also my forgetfulness from item 1.
4) Taking a lunch to work so I can save four dollars a day.
This one has nothing to do with forgetfulness. Taking a lunch to work is too middle school to actually do. Sure, it save me four dollars, but it's so lame to carry lunch with you, it means I actually could eat my lunch at my desk, and to be completely honest I usually get my mum to pay anyway.
5) Getting rid of all my old, hole-filled socks and replacing them with soft, new, hand-made socks.
This one doesn't work for several reasons. First, it's summer so the hand-made socks are too hot to wear just yet; second, my old socks are too cute to throw out; and third, I kind of like the holes. They're familiar. My holey socks have character, I can play with the holes with tioes, I can feel my shoes through the socks, I can be at one with the carpet, both wearing socks and not wearing socks at the same time. Haha, just kidding. I'm really just lazy.
6) Going to bed early and getting up early.
This worked for a few days a while back, but then I started reading books again, and it all went odwnhill from there. Jessa, I blame you and your frivilous literature for my groggy mornings.
7) Working overtime.
Let's face it, working from 7:45 to 6:30 most days is overtime enough as it is. Why do I keep promising my boss that I can work longer hours? I start wilting at 4:00, so what good would staying until 9 be?
8) Writing long letters.
People, I spend my whole day writing letters. I'm not a machine.
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