endhasastartrepeat

normally i write some epically angsty prose about the disappointment of new years eve and the beginning of the next year.

i'm too tired to do that this year. this time last year though, i was working a dead end job, dreaming of parisberlinedinburghromereykjaviketc. now im unemployed and still dreaming of the same cities.

so put your heels on, your best dress, your red lipstick. put on your glad rags and hoist your glass of champagne. make resolutions to be fantastic, outrageous, immoral and exciting.

and have a good one, i guess.



(im living in hope that i learn to like this blog in 2009)