or something like that. i've been watching the prices on kids in the hall seasons on half.com. pretty much i put all this great stuff i would love on my wishlist and then actually buy ridiculous things that i end up re-listing the minute i get them. donavon frankenreiter, i'm talking about you. if i can't get up the gumption to defend you when the boyfriend says "is this 1973?" when he hears your music, on the sale rack you must go.
i've been trying to break out of ye olde patterns lately. i've been listening to the same tired music, adding one cd a year since college. it would be easier if i wasn't so cheap but i have been doing some shopping and i can't say it's all been a success. if ever i was in the loop, i'm now officially out. i don't even have an excuse like having children and only listening to puto mayo. my puto mayo entrenched sister still has a better new music selection than i with three kids and a boyfriend who's still rockin' the bee gees. i really must review my budget before my twenties are gone and all i have is a dubbed copy of the white stripes to show for it.
speaking of patterns, everyone seems to be doing their year in review. since it's not my anniversary i won't be doing one but they've got me thinking. as it stands right now i will be nil closer to goal/skinny/preffered maintenance by january. ten pounds a year is no feat to gloat over. i should be reviewing the patterns of taking half a walk because i'm wearing heels and eating too much ice cream because it's on sale along with the rest of my self analysis. those little things are adding up and impeding progress. time to nip it in the bud before it grows into full on i can't fit out the door of my trailer. else i'll be really depressed at my annual review.