Shit, it's New Year already!

What a nitwit I am. My favorite evening of the year and I screw it up by being ill. To cheer me up I thought I'd write some pointless, delirious New Year resolutions. This is tacky and corny, but as I will explain another day, If I get an urge to write I mustn't fight it, even If I really feel like an ant trod under a wombats footage.

1. Get my acting/performing career underway. No, let me be more precise. Get an agent!!!
2. Book some slots at London comedy clubs. Let's make this stand up dream come true people!
3. Start to write my book.
4. Get up earlier in the morning. I have become a lazy bitch in the last 6 months.
5. Read more. The more books I read the better my vocabulary will be, thus I can then have more confidence in my writing abilities.
6. Open up to people, or as a "friend" said to me recently "let people fall in love with you, and let yourself do the same." I'll see how this turns out and update my progress, if any.
7. Play more guitar.

There we go! Only seven tasks to behold and venture forth in to the New Year with.
No wait. Here's my 8th.

8. Stay alive.

Fixed

Have you ever been told you were ruined, you needed fixing and untill this happens your life will be complete?

If anyone has, this is a load of bollocks, trust me. For every worth I have been lucky to inhabit and every success I have attributed to, there is never a total piece of flesh that stays still and concealed with perfection. I will never have that piece of mind that I have been "fixed", "sorted" or "improved" the way people wanted me to be. I will always look for that extra bit of pleasure and sanctuary, and if I did I'd only mix it in to a sponge cake and cook it until it burns to ashes.