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Since Ive received numerous e-mails of late chanting to the theme of, UPDATE! MY LIFE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR DRIVEL! I thought Id make one last attempt before the year is behind me. Or my behind is the year. Eractually the latter would be Cherry, since I just received my complimentary SG Christmas present in the form of a calendar featuring her as Miss December, and her behind makes my year. Definitely. Also rating highly was Erin, and Voltaire, whose blue-blonde locks Ive decided to copy tomorrow pre-Outness. Quite how Ill fit this in around work considering I have less than two hours to myself all day including shopping defeats me, but fuckit. The world is my bitch and Lo! It shall wait. My hair is all important.

I digress

That aside I thought Id share the merry world of my initial New Years Resolutions. Most of these are a bunch of arse, but some, maybe, just maybe, might get accomplished:

1) Write. Write more, often, and well.
2) Exercise. Exercise more, often, and well.
3) Eat. Eat less, often, and well.
4) Drink. keep on drinking. The world is tolerable when you drink.
5) Finish your bloody resolutions.

Now burn a lock of your hair, cut your thumb and make three Xs in blood on a voodoo tomb while wishing me all that I asked for. Well done. I owe you a beer. And a bit of my soul. Merry Everyone!

Fun Felidae Fact: I left my number behind the bar for a girl who works at a dyke club I attended the other night but neglected to leave my name, thus receiving a call today from a Gemma who asked for the cute blonde random girl with the piercings.