I usually end up writing on New Years Eve, somehow, somewhere. I think it’s the nostalgic, sentimental me emerging from the depths of my cynical, sarcastic self. I do this on my birthday, too. New year, new me… after I reflect, reclining on my couch swirling a glass of mulled wine, minus the mulled wine because I’m a loser and drink Martinelli’s. Usually, it’s … Continue reading Last Year’s Resolutions