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i no longer make new year's resolutions.
i quit smoking cigarettes twenty years ago today, oddly enough--i seriously hadn't thought of that until i was halfway through that first sentence, in fact--but even that wasn't a "resolution."
i just quit.
but when i ran across this photo, i changed my mind.
who will ride her bike in a dress, heels, and fake fur coat
to a new year's eve party.
or, hell, to ANY party, for that matter.
wish me luck!
naturally, i'll keep you posted.
oh, and happy new year's and all that shit.