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I suddenly realised that, unless something changed soon, I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine; I'd finally die, fat and alone, and be found three weeks later half-eaten by alsatians. I made a vow that next year I wouldn't end up shit-faced and listening to Sad FM "easy listening for the over 30s".
Resolution number one: obviously, will lose 20 pounds. Number two: always put last night's pants in the laundry basket. Equally important: will find nice, sensible man, and will not continue to form attachments to any of the following: workaholics, alcoholics, megalomaniacs, peeping Toms, commitment phobics, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. Especially will not fantasise about a particular person who embodies all these things ...
Resolution number one: obviously, will lose 20 pounds. Number two: always put last night's pants in the laundry basket. Equally important: will find nice, sensible man, and will not continue to form attachments to any of the following: workaholics, alcoholics, megalomaniacs, peeping Toms, commitment phobics, emotional fuckwits, or perverts. Especially will not fantasise about a particular person who embodies all these things ...