I've been blogging since May. It's December now, the 31st. Last day of the year, last day of LM, last day of so many things. And I should look forward to 2008, new year, new Euro, new everything. But I never look forward to new things, unless they're designer jewellery, clothes, shoes and cosmetics. A New Year, that's a bit of too much, another twelve months stretching ahead of you, who knows what's going to happen. Maybe next year I'll tell Santa to get me a crystal ball.
Anyway, I'm having a Diet Coke and smoking.... which is what I have been doing for probably the last 10 years. I just marvel at how time has passed, I was 16 only yesterday, with raging hormones and plans for love in life. I still remember what I did on New Year's eve when I was 16 and later when I was 17, then when I was 27. The rest is all a blur. Oh yes I remember one more, when I was 29 and totally mad.... I spent New Year;s Eve cleaning, yes cleaning. But I don't do that anymore, I don't know how to clean anyway. I just wallow in perfect disinfected order when Bridget has come around. It's so much easier.
I also have enough party food in the house to feed a bunch of horses. And I'm not even hungry. Under all the expensive jewellery lies a girl whose idea of a perfect night is staying in and watching CSI, downing copious amounts of diet coke and nicotine and tar. Always thinking maybe the Diet Coke man would come knocking at my door. I've given up on him now.
I maybe should go over what's happened this last year, but I won't because this is the way it goes.... Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
Till next year
Anyway, I'm having a Diet Coke and smoking.... which is what I have been doing for probably the last 10 years. I just marvel at how time has passed, I was 16 only yesterday, with raging hormones and plans for love in life. I still remember what I did on New Year's eve when I was 16 and later when I was 17, then when I was 27. The rest is all a blur. Oh yes I remember one more, when I was 29 and totally mad.... I spent New Year;s Eve cleaning, yes cleaning. But I don't do that anymore, I don't know how to clean anyway. I just wallow in perfect disinfected order when Bridget has come around. It's so much easier.
I also have enough party food in the house to feed a bunch of horses. And I'm not even hungry. Under all the expensive jewellery lies a girl whose idea of a perfect night is staying in and watching CSI, downing copious amounts of diet coke and nicotine and tar. Always thinking maybe the Diet Coke man would come knocking at my door. I've given up on him now.
I maybe should go over what's happened this last year, but I won't because this is the way it goes.... Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
Till next year
