The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

I pledge.

Never to let my work jargon become my play vocabulary.
Never to get swept off my feet by colors when seen under white light.
To start an online movement to ban the font Mistral.
To let go of old towels, chocolate wrappers and excuses.
To finish Wolf Hall.
To love him back.
Never to judge those in banking. Unless their favorite book is The Alchemist. It usually is.
To be patient with those who pronounce it 'maw-cha'.
To up my threshold for pain and lower it for pleasure.
To admit to the world I still like Notting Hill.
To start quoting the bible when cornered in an argument.
Never to overtake from the left.
To give Jacobean literature another shot at my shelf.
To restrict number of tattoos to three.
To make up my mind by september as to who I'd rather sleep with; Howard Roark or Bernard Micky Wrangle.
To avoid using superlatives unless extremely overwhelmed and/or cannot remember comparative degree for the same.
To type 'fuck' not 'f@#$'.
To unhope.