Colourblind

Last night was my first new year since 2001/2002 that I haven’t had somebody to kiss at midnight. It makes me think about how I view myself, and how the world views me; and how this actually compares to the truth. I mean, in discussing my domestic bliss with Lesley, she said it suited me much better than being a man whore. Which is odd…because even though I have felt like a man whore, and I know some people have thought me it in the past; I’ve spent almost a third of my life now pretty much in long-term relationships.

Kinda odd.

Also, as a more general topic; working new years eve in a bar is shit. I recommend against it thoroughly; and I actually really like my job in general, so if it was a shittier job, I don’t know if I could have managed it.

So what do we all have for new years resolutions? Are we all suitably self-interested, with our gym memberships/diets/giving up fucking dirty cock (to quote Danielle)? I’m definately self-interested. I want to actually look acceptable in my costume for my birthday, and that means gym time. Although I’ve also been thinking (as I far too often do, this time of year) about the past. I want to make some things right that went wrong, correct mistakes I’ve made…I just hope it’s not too late; even as I’m almost certain it is.

Anyway, peace out, and I wish you all a very happy new year.

All the tea in china.