Last New Year’s, I walked up to my favorite hill in Prospect Park with my new girlfriend and my new best friend and we scribbled things we wanted down on little strips of torn paper. Then, we lit them on fire and threw them into a metal bowl. At least that was the idea. Instead, a couple of our tiny dreams flew into the air, flames ablaze, and soared across the sky, ready to burn everything in their path. Alas, no harm was done and it turned out to be an inspiring experience where we all sort of wanted to hold hands and smell flowers.
Except I have no idea what I wrote on that piece of paper and if it even came true, so that mildly sucks. I’m glad this new year thing happens annually.
This year, I’m writing my one resolution on this blog. Unless someone lights the entire Internet on fire, I won’t forget this time because it’s embedded forever in a post on WordPress.
My resolution: Get F TO 7TH made into a television show where I retain creative control.
That’s it. Happy New Year. Light one up for me.
I can’t wait until you are famous and I can post all those goofy pix I have of you from Perkins back in the day. You got this, girl. The world needs more access to Ingrid Jungerman! So it is and so it will be:)
Heather! Please do post all the most embarrassing pictures you can find. I’m curious about my eyebrows back then. Thanks for the sweet message – I hope you have a great New Year.
Are you and Desiree no longer together in real life?
Yeah, we broke up awhile ago. Before we shot season 2.