2007, I say to a friend, is the year I get my shit together.
No, he tells me, 2006 was the year you got your shit together (I'm somewhat inclined to agree, what with moving to NYC and all). 2007, he tells me, is the year you light your shit on fire.
As a follow-up, he then proffers his own resolution: to cut the shit.
Continuing this train of thought, another friend puts forth her resolution to handle her shit.
Finally, after pondering these prior resolutions, another friend comes up his resolution for 2007: to "shit all over it."
Nice one, Zack.