Upon reflection, I’ve come to the conclusion that in the New Year, some habits need to be broken and certain elements of la vie du Philippe need some considerable change.
Much of an antithesis to mosts’ resolutions, I’m pretty certain that I need to elevate the amount of alcohol which I’m indulging in. Then there’s rape. The raping of the social scene in Glasgow that is. I need to get my ass out of my house and start to partake in certain life-worthy experiences. I’m not talking about mass groupings and parties of idiocy. Merely, some form of social exchange in order to vent and build upon noteworthy experiences.
It would also do me good to manage my money a little better. I know, I know. That ones an old bore, isn’t it?
Regardless – I’ve decided that if I’m to encounter said noteworthy experiences, I’m only going to do so through way of fancy, frolics and possibly travel.
When you’re putting your glasses down after the New Year, throwing away your smokes, throwing two fingers to the breeze and saying ‘never again’; think of me. Tippling on some fine wine, talking ears offa’ peoples and being a tight, (financially) miserable old bastard.
Jealous?
No, I didn’t think so.
TTFN&AHNY.
x
1 Comment
December 29, 2009 at 1:43 pm
I don’t make resolutions. I don’t over indulge. I don’t do much socializing. You? Boring? I doubt it. Brilliant post. I enjoyed reading it. But then I just confessed to being an unsocialized, tea-totaling, wishy-washy loser so why believe me then?
Happy New Year to you!