Out With The Old.
2005...
So far, so good.
I settled for snogging myself at midnight, no let me rephrase that, I chose to snog myself.
Given 2004's heartache-iness, I have decided that I can't go wrong snogging myself.
Of course it's all metaphoric, snogging oneself is an impossibility (currently) and somehow the thought of doing so seems more inappropriate than masturbation.
This year had comprised of me doing more art than I am use to; I got cramp from holding a paintbrush (much more productive than getting one from masturbation).
In an effort not to be named a 'wanker' I think it is best that I stop blogging now.
Happy New Year and all that.
So far, so good.
I settled for snogging myself at midnight, no let me rephrase that, I chose to snog myself.
Given 2004's heartache-iness, I have decided that I can't go wrong snogging myself.
Of course it's all metaphoric, snogging oneself is an impossibility (currently) and somehow the thought of doing so seems more inappropriate than masturbation.
This year had comprised of me doing more art than I am use to; I got cramp from holding a paintbrush (much more productive than getting one from masturbation).
In an effort not to be named a 'wanker' I think it is best that I stop blogging now.
Happy New Year and all that.
posted by D. at Monday, January 03, 2005
