i got my cowboy boots on

I finally got em. After so long waiting waiting, I finally GOT A PAIR of BOOTS. I wear them to work all the time, and it makes me feel like a Big Shot.

I also went out to see music on Halloween (while wearing my boots), and it has convinced me that I should do that all the time. Especially because my friend Kevin works for the Reader and gets free tickets. But really, I haven't embraced my social life as lustily as I would have hoped that I would have. Sure, that's a sentence.

I just haven't had quite as much fun as I was totally thinking I was going to have in my thirties when I was, say, seven. Because when I was seven, it was all about colorforms and the next order from Scholastic Books arriving while we were at recess. And eraser-smelling. I was a big eraser-smeller (still am, really). But now it's my 30s! I have a car, and some money, and all this freedom. And I use it to watch my stories on Netflix (I just finished season one of 30 Rock!). And wait for my next eBay thing to come in the mail.

I need to add some flavor to my life.

So it's a resolution. I'm going out more, I'm going to more museums, I'm going to more restaurants, and I'm wearing my cowboy boots there and back. And the next boy that wants to kiss me, I'm totally kissing him. Even if it's gross.

I mean it.