Blah blah new year blah...
Frankly I feel no better than last year - worse at times. I envy those who seem to be able to squeeze creativity out of pain: for me it's a deadening weight in my mind, crushing all creativity.
Not to say that every moment of my life is filled with ennui, dolour, existential angst and inescapable misery. No, no - sometimes I'm asleep!
I kid.
Actually, I had a pretty fucking legendary New Year's Eve. One, unfortunately, that modesty, libel laws and the desire not to incriminate myself forbids I record here. Suffice to say that I burnt the candle at both ends - then upgraded to a halogen lamp.
I was also, against the odds and most undeserved, blessed with an absence of hangover. A small mercy but a welcome one.
Unfortunately the real world intrudes. Rude fucker that it is.
Blogyear resolution: I'm determined to overcome the self-censorship that has inevitably crept in eti (note cool unconventional othographic use of lowercase acronym - how fucking hip am I?). Unfortunately (or not - depending on your pov) today is not the day for baring my tortured soul. Gotta leave the punters wanting more, right?
Keep coming back for more irregularly updated windbaggery!
Smoochies.
2 comments:
The punters are waiting with baited breath. x
You're back! Brilliant! Me too! (I'm rapidly using up my quota of exclaimation marks!!)
Def agree with you on the blogyear resolution. Self-censorship does tend to creep in doesn't it? I reckon that the trick is not to read what you've written even after you've posted it.
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