So we are a couple days into the New Year and I am still on holidays.
The Christmas decorations have come down and I have yet to leave the house, wear pants, brush my hair or wear makeup*.
Last night I decided to play God and play with medications so ended up spending the entire night in IMPENDING DOOM watching American Dad until I just gave in and passed out in front of the aircon at 4am. But we can’t blame anyone but me for that one.
New Years Resolution number one. If a medication says don’t take it with another, don’t. Fuckwit.
I have yet to do any washing, mop floors or clean a toilet so that is pretty damn FINE as far as I am concerned, but I can’t see that situation lasting very long at all, however the house is pretty tidy so YAY ME.
New Years Resolution number two. Be awesome.
Tomorrow is our first respite of the year. Boo is looking forward to talking about guitars and such and I am looking forward to going out to brunch and not having to go fucking Christmas shopping for at least 10 months.
New Years Resolution number three. Go out to brunch at least once a month.
Back to work on Monday for both MPS and I, and my father will come and baby sit Boo. I am sort of looking forward to getting back to the routine of it all, and sort of lamenting ‘wasting’ my first two week holiday ever doing nothing really.
New Years Resolution number four. Go on a fucking holiday this year. SOMEWHERE. ANY FUCKING WHERE.
In the next few weeks I have a complete shit fight with schools, work, Boo’s service providers and centrelink.
New Years Resolution number five. Take no shit. From any fucker.
Right now I am living in the hottest place on earth (but for the first time not on bushfire alert!) so I see a lot of Vietnamese coffee**, movies and books in front of the airconditioner in my future.
New Years Resolution number six. Find a low calorie version of sweetened condensed milk or read said books while making friends with Newman again.
Last year was a bitch. We shall not speak of it. I am determined that this year will be completely different.
New Years Resolution number seven. Be more positive.*** Sunshine and lollypops. Fucking rainbows and puppy dogs.
2015 is going to be a stellar year. I can feel it in my bones.
Do you have big hopes for 2015?
* a bit of CC cream and eye stuff doesn’t really count, right?
** Shot of strong coffee, big glug of condensed milk, handful of ice and cup of cold skim milk. BLISS.
*** Fuck you. I heard you. FUCK YOU. I can be positive… I think.