I think now would be a perfect time to discuss goals. Making them, keeping them. For example, one of my goals in the New Year was to stop procrastinating. Actually, you know what? I don’t have time for this, let’s talk about it next week. But what I DO think we should talk about today is the fact that any attempt I’ve made in the last week to “eat on the lighter side” has been shot to heck after polishing off that entire pepperoni pizza and order of bread sticks. Pizza hut, no less, which means I might as well have just hooked up an IV of Country Crock to my veins.
But on a super serious note, I’d like to take this moment to formally apologize to someone near and dear to my heart.
Dear Rickety Old Lady From Whom I Bought My First Car,
You probably don’t remember me considering you were old as dirt at the time. When I was a Sophomore, you had a 1964 Dodge for sale. It was in perfect condition since it had been sitting in your garage for the better half of the 20th century. For some ungodly reason, I wanted that car more than I wanted to see Titanic for the eleventh time. I remember I came to you with a stack of cash and told you that was all I had to my name. I might of teared up a bit. And there’s also a good possibility that may have all been a lie.
But listen Irene, I want you to know that I had many fond memories in that car. I could practically transport the entire school choir in my backseat. Except, of course, for the time that it completely died on me in the middle of an intersection at the bottom of a hill and a car slammed right into me at 70 mph, nearly taking my life. But thankfully, the car was so enormous that the accident left merely a scratch on my bumper – although the other person’s car was completely totaled. Anyway, stop side-tracking me, Doris. My point in writing to you is that I want you to know that I sold that car a month later and quadrupled my money. I know it may seem like I took advantage of your oldness, but really, I think it shows my rather astounding eye for investment opportunities and savvy business sense at such a tender age. Twas only a sign of what would follow. And really, you have to admit that it was grossly under priced -anyone would have known that Margaret.
Ok. Well, I guess that’s about it then. Just wanted to clear the air, sorry for the harsh delivery. We cool?
Stay young,
Blunt.
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