"Thin line between heaven and here."

This is the fourth time I've started to post today and the first time I'm doing so while eating past date organic yogurt. That could be the secret to my success right there. Buy expensive ass food, let it go way past date, and then eat it at work so when you die there are witnesses. Oh, and blog about it. December 28 2007, that wasn't actually that long ago and those dates are really just a suggestion. I'll eat it fast so I can't think too much about it.

I'm having one of those evaluate all the foolish things you do sort of days, but I'm doing it at 176.4 so it's like .6 of a pound less demoralizing. That sort of sounds harsher than I intended, I'm feeling very positive about what I want to do this year. I'm trying to be objective in identifying the things I want to change and work on. One of those things is that I don't want to be a pseudo religious militia freak hoarder anymore. I'm going to try very hard to buy only the things on the grocery list that are needed for that week and use coupons/sales only for products that can be used in the near future. I'm not so broke anymore that I have to count pennies like that, not for everything anyway. You don't save any money when you end up tossing things later on. And it'll free up space in my house and cupboards so that's always good.

At some point I guess I need to compile a list, a genuine goal list that I can refer to through out the year. I've already entered "check house for piles" at the end of every month in my day planner. I'm going to add "watch stockpiling" right below it. I said I wanted goals that went beyond skinny/not skinny and that's what the list will be. Somethings don't work as well on a calendar, things like "make your house more stylish".

I'm always talking about the apartment like it's so temporary it's barely worth washing the floor. We'll be here for at least another year and at some point I decided I want to like it. I sort of forget that it's under my control. If I hate the bookshelf I can get a different one, or if the lamps and tables drive me crazy I can take them to goodwill and start over. I've been thinking recently that maybe I don't have to have every book from college at hands reach in my living room. Maybe that doesn't meet my needs anymore. 'Course Matt will die when I come home with 200 rubbermaid tubs full of books for him to store but he loves me and I'm confident he'll suffer that injustice in silence if it makes me happy enough.