At the behest of Blogger, which has been imploring me to try NEW BLOGGER! for a while now, I've made the switch. How cliché: A new year, a new look.
I've long avoided the ultimate cliché of starting a new year—resolutions. Mostly because I despised succumbing to a cliché. But what is being in your late 20s but quiet desperation? Desperate people don't bother to eschew clichés, not when they offer potential avenues to soothing quarter-life malaise.
So I made resoultions to myself at the end of 2006. It just happened to be in time for the new year. I didn't write anything down; they're ideas swirling in my head—actions to take toward self-improvement. Yadda yadda yadda. I'm not even going to write them down here (and not because they are embarrassing, like resolving to purchase a vibrator or something).
I only write anything here at all out of the need to confess—to come clean about giving in to a cliché. And maybe because part of my malaise leaves me bereft of words, thus desperate for something to blog about. Hopefully my resolutions will take care of all that this year.