It's been a crappy start.
Think positive!
More money! (More problems too, but still, more money!)
More hours working too, but hey, it's not like I'm having to sacrifice time with a significant other!
More money!
Just 2.75 years to go.
More money!
This year I will get back in shape.
I will Botox, smartlipo, radiofrequency, vaser, whatever it takes.
I will stir shit at work if I have to.
I will keep mechanical microdermabrading.
I will sunblock. Sunblock. And more sunblock.
I will virtuously ignore the fact that I won't have a life.
I probably won't get to travel unless it's work-related.
I will run. Run. Run. (With sunblock on.)
I will find a cream and blue dress for T's wedding.
Before it takes place.
I won't buy a car.
I won't make rash decisions about entering the property market.
I will be more judicious in my spending.
I will be more judicious in everything.
I will stop taking it out on Fat Boy. (Even though it's partly his fault.)
I will drink no more than two units of alcohol at a go, no more than twice a week.
I will never be drunk or hungover again.
I will dust off my Japanese books and re-acquaint myself with the language.
I will stir so much shit, you wouldn't believe it.
I will go back to writing that bloody speech.
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I may even re-organise my wardrobe.
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2 comments:
let me know if you want to run the shape (or any other runs) together!
*together = meaning meet up after the race to have post-running victuals, not actually running together. i dislike pacing with people and i sense you're that kind too.
re lipo -- be careful, some guy died of it!!
I hope you're gonna be drinking more than two units tonight! Ho ho ho.
-M
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