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new years eve, and I am all alone! Boo! Just to paint the picture, I am sat in my living room with a hotwater bottle listening to womanizer and drinking wine. I love womanizer. it's exactly the right mix of hilarity, catchy, disgustingness.
Nah, it's fine. emmie has been struck down by something that sounds like birdflu, frances is in scotland at some sort of barn dance and mr gemmie is shoveling drugs into his face at a rave. I could have gone to the rave... but it's in hackney, and I have to work tomorrow and mr gemmie said he wouldn't go home early with me, which I think is quite mean. Hackney... shudder. I had a few other things I could have done, but I'm quite happy to stay at home on my own.
my neighbours in 7c are playing guns and roses. sometimes they play The Offspring. so, could be a lot worse.
To be honest, I'm not such a fan of new years anyway, i find it a bit bleak. I guess I had an ok year... I pulled it together towards the end. and I'm quite looking forward to 2009. erm, some new years resolutions,
To get onto an MA course, or maybe just work on my portfolio,
To decide what sort of career I would like.
To have my hair cut by a professional hair dresser.
To go on a holiday
To drink less wine
To do more stuff.
To read lots.
This year my favourite things were:
music that sounds like sonic the hedgehog,
wine,
trainers, especially green ones,
the smell of clean washing,
hot water bottles,
gossip girl,
acoustic guitar,
Liberty of london silk ties, they are silky, in musty colours with insects on.
Foggy cold mornings,
cheeses,
birds
looking really closely at people on the tube in the morning. hairy ears.
brie, cranberry and chicken sandwhich from the blag cafe
my parents snoring in unison at night,
pens,
eggs,
pink cheeks,
living with the person I love the mostest.
russet apples
wild boar
driving in my car and singing
will smiths greatest hits
taken home by car, on accounts, very life affirming for a poor person.
sweet potato and pear soup
walking across london in the morning... which I can no longer do, due to insanely heavy laptop/lazyness/sore feet grumble.
finding a job that I enjoy, even if it is only part time
this year my least favourite things were:
having to know what david cameron feels about every news story, usually he feels outraged
illness, my poor kidney
free filthy london hate rags,
boris johnson...
mould,
the world of retail, shudder,
fivedemand, which is shit and makes it impossible for me to watch neighbours, or possibly it's tiscalli.
people who cough really close to me on the bus, and then I can smell the cough (usually it smells of cigars)
obese people sitting on me on the bus
the post office depo place, fucking mouldscabs with their irregular opening hours.
working insane hours
Ghetto gospel, for a reason I can never explain without feeling silly. y'know when a song becomes forever linked with a certain life changing moment. yeah, that's the case here. a song, a frame of life. I used to love that song, especially when he goes 'seee that old laaaydieee aiiiiiiiiiiiiiint it saaad' I used to say, 'yep, that's sad, pac'
jus givin birth to a bayyyyybeee.
LORD CAN YOU HEAR ME SPEEAK?!
haar, maybe I still like it a little. it's great really.
erm,
my hope for 2009:
a twist of fate will mean that will smith will be americas first black president.
I will have a great deal more spare time
I will become very rich and fill my flat with warmth, fruits and cheeses
also I will get a dog, cat or tortoise, possibly called snafflechops
I will listen to alot more will smith. UH!
damn wine. who is KC?
Nah, it's fine. emmie has been struck down by something that sounds like birdflu, frances is in scotland at some sort of barn dance and mr gemmie is shoveling drugs into his face at a rave. I could have gone to the rave... but it's in hackney, and I have to work tomorrow and mr gemmie said he wouldn't go home early with me, which I think is quite mean. Hackney... shudder. I had a few other things I could have done, but I'm quite happy to stay at home on my own.
my neighbours in 7c are playing guns and roses. sometimes they play The Offspring. so, could be a lot worse.
To be honest, I'm not such a fan of new years anyway, i find it a bit bleak. I guess I had an ok year... I pulled it together towards the end. and I'm quite looking forward to 2009. erm, some new years resolutions,
To get onto an MA course, or maybe just work on my portfolio,
To decide what sort of career I would like.
To have my hair cut by a professional hair dresser.
To go on a holiday
To drink less wine
To do more stuff.
To read lots.
This year my favourite things were:
music that sounds like sonic the hedgehog,
wine,
trainers, especially green ones,
the smell of clean washing,
hot water bottles,
gossip girl,
acoustic guitar,
Liberty of london silk ties, they are silky, in musty colours with insects on.
Foggy cold mornings,
cheeses,
birds
looking really closely at people on the tube in the morning. hairy ears.
brie, cranberry and chicken sandwhich from the blag cafe
my parents snoring in unison at night,
pens,
eggs,
pink cheeks,
living with the person I love the mostest.
russet apples
wild boar
driving in my car and singing
will smiths greatest hits
taken home by car, on accounts, very life affirming for a poor person.
sweet potato and pear soup
walking across london in the morning... which I can no longer do, due to insanely heavy laptop/lazyness/sore feet grumble.
finding a job that I enjoy, even if it is only part time
this year my least favourite things were:
having to know what david cameron feels about every news story, usually he feels outraged
illness, my poor kidney
free filthy london hate rags,
boris johnson...
mould,
the world of retail, shudder,
fivedemand, which is shit and makes it impossible for me to watch neighbours, or possibly it's tiscalli.
people who cough really close to me on the bus, and then I can smell the cough (usually it smells of cigars)
obese people sitting on me on the bus
the post office depo place, fucking mouldscabs with their irregular opening hours.
working insane hours
Ghetto gospel, for a reason I can never explain without feeling silly. y'know when a song becomes forever linked with a certain life changing moment. yeah, that's the case here. a song, a frame of life. I used to love that song, especially when he goes 'seee that old laaaydieee aiiiiiiiiiiiiiint it saaad' I used to say, 'yep, that's sad, pac'
jus givin birth to a bayyyyybeee.
LORD CAN YOU HEAR ME SPEEAK?!
haar, maybe I still like it a little. it's great really.
erm,
my hope for 2009:
a twist of fate will mean that will smith will be americas first black president.
I will have a great deal more spare time
I will become very rich and fill my flat with warmth, fruits and cheeses
also I will get a dog, cat or tortoise, possibly called snafflechops
I will listen to alot more will smith. UH!
damn wine. who is KC?