I've been thinking a lot about 2009. More specifically, I've been dreaming of 2009: that giddy moment of freedom when I can celebrate the end of personal and political tyranny with as many pop-colored dripless candlesticks as I can stuff in my cloth shopping bag.
Er, wait...
I wrote it down somewhere...oh yeah, OVER THERE --->
that I committed to this whole sitch because I wanted to experience truly conscious consumerism, in hopes of permanently changing my attitude toward my nasty little habit.
Well, it has become painfully obvious to me lately that I haven't turned any corners yet. I haven't seen any lights at the end of the tunnel. And I know exactly where the champagne bottle is: right there in the fridge door, winking at me.
It's unreasonable (nay, in my case, impossible) to imagine that I could stop buying new stuff forever. But all I can say is this: I sure do hope I come up with a better exit strategy between now and December 31st. Because if all I've done by then is spend 365 frustrating days putting off buying stuff, well take my picture and put it in the OED right next to the word FUTILE.
