Oh, hey there, 2012

With two exceptions, I've decided not to do New Year's Resolutions for 2012. First, the world is ending, so who the fuck cares if I lose 20 pounds? I want to die the way I lived... with a donut in each hand. Also, although I've usually kept away from doomed resolutions like financial responsibility, I still end up missing some and then feeling all sad in January. Even if the resolution was as ridiculous as "see an octopus underwater," I still feel as though I've failed myself. And the cephalopods.

Exceptions:
1. Learn more about Cuban history. I refer to my recent tweet:

"New year's resolutions? Maybe to learn more about Cuban history, 'cause right now all I know comes from Dirty Dancing II: Havana Nights."

2. Sew more often. Because, otherwise, how will I have adorable dresses for the summer? Without a daring theft at an Anthropologie store, of course.

Also, on a more personal note, 2011 was rough. Not awful. It was completely survivable, and there were some great moments, but there was also a months-long slog from about June to, oh, last week I could have done without. So I'm setting very reasonable, cautious expectations for 2012, while furtively nurturing the hope that they'll be exceeded.