Christmas Eve Eve in Glowing world

Gingerbread house dough is chilling in the refrigerator. Kenny’s eating tortelli at the table next to me. Hobbes is on my lap on the Star Wars blanket. I just had two pieces of quiche lorraine from the fancy grocery store.

Brent is being emo because he’s still in love with Seneca. Svea is hoping that he’ll start appreciating how awesome she is and enjoy the moment with her. I lost nine pounds this year. I’m at 156.

I changed my name on my driver’s license. NYE resolution done. Check.

Kenny and I both want new jobs. And we want to move in together. Which is terrifying and exciting. His nephew is moving out on January 15th. He’s getting a trailer and is going to live in a trailer park. Whatever, I guess.

This year I want to get to 130 pounds. I want to get on a path to making $33 per hour. I want to start my bachelors in Business Admin. I want to get a new job. I want a job that has nights and weekends off, uses my sales and interpersonal skills, and has room for growth.