In 2006, after many failed New Years resolutions, I decided the whole concept of resolutions was a futile, disillusioned attempt for self-improvement. Consequently, when 2008 rolled around, my imperfection-accepting self had developed a sorely addicting new habit: belching.
My first belch came inadvertently, but spiraled into frequent eruptions of conversation-disrupting, mood-killing, gastronomical monsters. The habit was reinforced after watching a friend receive accolade for the most shockingly blatant belches in the history of womankind. However, instead of the "Niiiice," high-fiving responses that my friend received for hers, mine came with head-turning, horrifying shrills of "OMG THAT IS SO GROSS." After months of reprimanding looks of disgust, I thought it might be time to revive the New Years resolution and take back my femininity through belch censorship.
A short-lived thought. Days later, I found the liberating effects of the belch are far too satisfying to give up. I dare you to let one rip and not fall in love with the glorious feeling.
Thus came another failed New Years resolution. However, because I cannot accept defeat 21 measly days into the new year, I have decided to replace it with a resolution everyone can enjoy: Keeping up with this blog.
The frequency is yet to be determined, but with my last entry being early October, I can promise improvement.
Happy Belated New Year. Good luck with them resolutions.
And to my fellow female belcher friend, rock on.
1 comment:
hahaha.....sorry, i don't know why ppl are so forgiving of my monstrous burps.
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