I'm not as much of a goal oriented person, therefore the drinking, the excessive, excessive, sweet, sweet, drinking. Amanda, on the other hand, has goals and aspirations for her life, and I'm being dragged into it. Ok our goals:
- Get into shape. This means running, jumping, lunging, louging, lifting, pushing, pulling, climbing, yoga, and tandem cardiovascular workouts.
- Do shit. Like real shit. The type of shit that you can't do with a monkey playing the cymbals in your head on Sunday morning. This involves travel, hiking, learning, reading (and remembering), and writing.
- Save money. We can't count the times we've woken up with a financial deficit we were completely unable to account for hidden somewhere between 2 am and 7 am. Not to mention trips to Lotteria, Little Pete's, Pishee and Grillee, etcetera.
- Move to NYC. Therefore, the aforemetioned financial goal. SK, you're great... well you're not that great, so we gotta go. Our contracts expire August 2010! Peace, Ajummas.
- Have fun. This is the real Everest of the list.
Amanda has goals for our year. Dan prefers a more shoot first ask questions later approach. We'll see how our intrepid teetotaling explorers fare on another edition of My so-called sober life... See you next time!
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