This is my friend Essa. We've been BF's since grade three. The first time I saw her, I was tippy-toe peeking over our fence in Riverview and thought she was pretty cute with her mushroom cut. I had a crush on her (I thought she was a boy), no big deal. I spoke to her on the phone last night and updated her on my plans. (Which means moving to MTL. That's if I don't get knocked up in Europe. JUST KIDDING MOM.) Her reaction just made everything that much more official. Never again will I have the chance to live in the same city as my three solid girls, so how can I not? It's as perfect as perfect gets. Before we start popping out babies and stuff, you know. Twenty eleven is about taking risks and doing things I don't normally do. Whether it's moving to MTL or paragliding in the Alps, Ashrams or solo poetry nights, simple things as admitting I'm wrong and going out of my way to make someones day rock. Forget resolutions! Life's too short to worry about those.