I will stop living like a 80 year old widower.
I won't let my room look like what I assume racoon-birthing grounds look like.
I will no longer watch 57 BSG episodes before falling asleep. I will gradually bring the number down to 56.
Someday, I will not sleep in a bed that should belong to a 11 year old boy.
I will write Parker.
I will send people Birthday cards in time.
I might actually give presents on the day I'm supposed to.
I will try my best to be nice to everyone and to do so consistently therefore managing to not appear bipolar.
I will try really hard to assume that none of my fellow subway co-passangers is hiding a shiv.
I will get to the gym 5 days a week. Strike that. 4 days a week.
I will get the damn insurance papers straightened out.
I will withdraw my donations to the SEIU1199 political fund which insists on supporting Charlie Rangel
I will donate $25 to FINCA.
I will donate $25 to meals on wheels.
I will donate $10 to WNYC.
I will get a damn date. Or actually say "yes" when i get asked out. Yeah, the latter is more ladylike.
I will write 2 sketches this week.
I will finish bad service, maduro and interlude. Maybe even put lyrics to that metalish one.
I will sing Forecast on key.
I will get mullah from bankintrz into da invstrz.
I will learn circular breathing.
I will figure out what to play on maduro.
I will smile at people and look at them in the eye.
I won't be cruel. Doo-bee-doo.
I won't spend half of my salary on energy drinks.
I'll get my sheet together with the book business again.
I'll cancel the storage space.