Chapter 1. Diary of Amelia Sears
12-31-13
Dear friends, enemies, and others,
I've recently realized that New Year's is a lousy and stupid excuse to get trashed. Disease infected strangers feel the urge to kiss other disease infected strangers , which they don't seem too concerned about at the time. 'I have mono? That sucks, but least I wasn't alone on New Years.' My husband and I kissed last year as the ball dropped, and I'm still not quite convinced he didn't give me and STD. (Aaron if you're reading this, I didn't mean a word I just said.)
The resolutions are the worst part of all of it. I have to hear everyone's new plans for the year, then I have to hear them complain about how they crashed and burned faster than a forest fire. I mean why make a promise that you can lose 10 pounds when in the back of your mind you know you'll be finishing off that tub of triple chocolate fudge ice cream you shoved to the back of the freezer before the week is over?
My husband somehow convinced me to make a resolution, which is stupid and cliché. At first I thought I'd go with the traditional route, and try to lose weight. After an hour of staring at a slice of strawberry cheesecake that had diabetes written all over it, I decided I wasn't the 'starve yourself' kind of gal.
Which brought me to my next attempt at a better lifestyle: Stop being a drug addict. That's when I ran into a bump in the road. It hit me that, I wasn't an addict to begin with.
That failed attempt led me into my final resolution: Stop being weird. I'm not sure I'm doing very well though.
If this one doesn't turn out, I think I may go back to not being a drug addict. I'm already succeeding.
Yours Truly,
Amelia Jane Sears
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