So, again I pretend that I'm actually going to keep these damned resolutions, and get to the end of the year and congratulate myself on a job well done. Of course, we all know that won't happen. But hey, what else do I have to occupy my thoughts?? Now that the Italian influence has left my life (I came home to Brisbane), and I can eat freely (I have stopped vomiting), I feel that I am in control of my destiny.
What a crock of shit. Ha. Anyway...
Resolution 1) Be more positive, and nicer to people.
This one relates to not trying to run people over on pedestrian crossings, and not dreaming up ways to destroy Amnesty International and their infernal attempts at increasing the world's population.
Resolution 2) Go to the gym.
This one WILL work - my personal trainer says so, and I'm paying her to say that so if she's wrong, I'll be sueing her tight little arse.
Resolution 3) Stop talking about being a writer, and get on with actually doing it.
Ooooh I'm achieving this one already! But no - I will be attempting to sign up on a course. At some kind of evening class institution - very unlike me, but that's the point.
And that's it. Of course I'll keep you updated! I know that you're all sat on the edge of your swivvel chairs, literally chomping at the bit to find out what I'll do next!! My life is just so incredibly gripping - I don't know if I can cope without some kind of relaxant...
Resolution 4) Stop stealing valium off my mum.
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2 comments:
hahahahaha good luck love!
mine is to learn to drive. and save. but thats it.
I'll teach you to drive - part of my being nicer resolution. See how we can all help eachother?! (I make myself sick sometimes.)
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