New Beginnings

Sometime in the late or wee hours of 2008 or the very, wee hours of 2009, ( I forget) I found myself crouched over the rim of toilet, staring at the contents of my stomach, which at this point now resembled wine chutney. Of course, it is in the retrospective-ness of a new year where one finds themselves in some feeble form of contemplation.

My 2008-9 celebrations involved:

• fireworks which were televised.
• Walking along a major road shirtless
• Making out along said major road shirtless with a girl
  
• Receiving love bites on various parts of my anatomy from various people
• Consuming a whole bottle of pink sparkling wine all to my wee petite little self
• Collapsing on a lawn
• Kissing friends of boyfriend with tongue. Denomination being one guy and one girl
• being groped and contributed to the groping
  
• getting my midnight kiss from my significant other (yay) while in tears due to an excess consumption of alcohol (boo)
  

The consensus among many of my peers was that 2008 was sucky. I didn't find it so hot. 'Hot' in this instance being used as an adjective to describe how 'awesome' something was rather then how many degrees it reached.

And another thing!
What is it with mass communal sms sending on holidays? As nice as they can be, I guarantee you without hypocritically contradicitng my self, that sane, clever, people (of which I am probably neither) don't regard such texts with sentimental value, nor do they know 80% of the people that send them. Your friendship nay contact with that person got lost with your name and became a 10 digit number begginning with +61. According to my current message history, many +61 friends seek attention through the sending of a holiday communal text. I wish I got just as many hand written notes or strips of paper via carrier pigeon at mass, communal, holiday, text sending occasions! To rectify my stance on the mass communal text, I decided to reply with an ironic awesomley funny anti new year/ holiday text to the many strangers on my contact list, I was too drunk to work my i-Phone.

I am still in mourning my loss of sleep and the failure of getting a Maccas breakfast (Sleep and Mcdonalds for breakfast probably being the only true resolutions I wanted)

Instead, I played MarioKart on Wii with friends while siphoning left-over chesse and onion chip from NYE 2008.

As blase' as hearing about resolutions are, I have just decided to blog a bit more. Its cool, If I fail the only people who will know are me and my readership which evidently I can count on one hand.

Happy New Year Readership.