the last squeeky hours of a year that passed away way too quick

i reckon

this year has been weird, but most of all, it went fast.
i've been working as a chef. what nice experience. it felt like i was doing hard time, but most of all worth it. worth the effort of getting sicker by the hour.

my head is now stuck on scroll. multitasking. i've not recovered since that job. but i've been very good at drinking beer and hitting the town, both for concerts and just in sheer enjoyment of getting drunk. getting there. it has all gone very fast, it has all been a blast. but i can't remember too much of it. this was the year i started losing myself, started drinking coke zero again, started eating different stupid things such as diary and eggs again, having had too much tinned tuna and having had way too little excersise these last four months or so.
having spent too much time doing nothing. getting lazy and unfit. this is the year of ups and downs, of extremes.

five festivals, at least 85 concerts. next year will be just as slick.
next year i'll become the superwoman i am.

haha! KITTYCAT. stuck in the railway

i just need a fork to jam in my eye

other

other.


otter.


iiiiiiiiiii'm confuzzed. i'll probably be just as depressed through 2012 too, i guess.

but i'll try to become a better version of myself still. keep getting fitter.

fitter happier.

but first and foremost i'll try to get better. get well. free myself from disease and become at ease instead.

fuck this, ranting is all i do.

enough now. i'll try adding some dicipline to the things i do.

happy newsyear and fuck the numbers that just keeps getting bigger.