I won’t rant I won’t rant I won’t rant…
Irish Christmas. Idiot Catholic priests. Grrrr. Horrible Irish architecture. Gzzrrrr. Potatoes done in a billion ways. Mmrrtrtrt. Total lack of physical motion. Hmmrrrrt. Horribly depressing English soap operas. Nnnggggggn.
And the rain the rain the rain the damp the rain…
So, yes, I was in Ireland for Christmas, and it was great to hang out with the family and chill to some good trashy TV and get a nostalgia kick and bitch about the Catholic church with my brilliant 12-year old niece and have people cook food for me and drown in tea.
But I missed the Interwebs. I missed cappuccino. I missed pasta. I missed the gym. I missed secular people. And I missed you lot.
So here I am, back with a few new years resolutions.
And they are:
- Learn to touch-type
- Learn to read music and get piano lessons
- Run a bloody marathon
- Do something musical (besides the piano lessons)
- Get something published that I will be paid for
- And a 4-letter acronym that I will not, at this time, make public
So happy new year, and good luck getting rid of those extra kilos with your hastily purchased post-Christmas gym card, you big chubby git.