.2007. the year of not being a drag. or, the year of being excited to be alive. goddamnit.

i was just reading personal ads on the portland mercury website. (i do this a lot. there are always the same people, but i am endlessly fascinated and entertained. it's like window shopping for boyfriends.) anyway, so this one guy said, to answer the question, "what kind of person are you attracted to?" he said, someone who is excited to be alive.

i think i have some definite room for improvement in that category. i mean, jesus am i a fucking drag. everything pisses me off, the bus, the cold, the rain (okay, i like the rain), waking up early, running out of milk, the shower pressure, being lonely. and these things are all pithy in comparison to how awesome my life is right now.

i mean, i don't mean to brag, but i have health insurance. paid for entirely by my new job. i have this new job working for a state college with unbelievable benefits, better pay than i've ever had in my life, and a stress level that allows me to sleep through the night and not wake up at four in the morning with heart palpitations.

i also have a new apartment that's completely my own, which feels like heaven. and it's not a shitty, little apologetic studio. it's a full on big-girl one-bedroom, with hardwood floors and built-ins and an old-fashioned intercom system. there's a window above the bathtub that glows pink all night long, lit up from the neon sign outside. i love it like a new baby.

so what i'm trying to say here is that, really, i have nothing to complain about. so my new year's resolution, is not to complain. it is, in fact, to do the exact opposite, to be fucking pumped.