I, Ms. <insert real name here>, hereby decide for my New Years' resolution:
I'm going to stop fucking lying to myself.
I am NOT a sprinter. Yet, I am on the track team. As of the first day back (January 5th... or 6th...) I will turn in my track uniform, in a bag clearly marked with the words.
Dear Coach.
I quit for good.
You're welcome.
I am a writer. I am music-obsessed.
I like running... every once in a while.
I rather enjoy being myself... because I never really liked the sporty guys anyway.
Even though it's still a few days away,
happy fucking New Year everybody. Hope your resolutions make as much sense as mine.
xx
~GM
(formerly Adi, Adie, Cady, Julie, Juliette, Geena, Jena, Evan, Rose, and Catalyn)