I have given up smoking and with it goes drinking. I am clean as a whistle, virtuosity is my middle name. I smell good and feel bad. Getting up in the morning is a struggle. To compound the torture, I have just devoured Ham on Rye by Bukowski. Henry Chinaski is leading the life I secretly crave. By reading about it I can transport myself there.
The fact I gave up my last remaining vices at New Year does not mean that I give a great significance to that particular festival. It’s just that my New Year starts in a place where it is completely impossible to give up anything at all.
However, I start 2007 with a sensible aim: To be more like Jesus and Sarah Connor. By June I will be able to do 20 pull-ups and give everyone the love that they deserve. I will not dwell on hatred, bitterness, resentment or jealousy. I will be dignified, selfless & understanding and will radiate love whilst wielding an AK47 with grenades in my belt.
This, I feel, is an achievable aim.
The fact I gave up my last remaining vices at New Year does not mean that I give a great significance to that particular festival. It’s just that my New Year starts in a place where it is completely impossible to give up anything at all.
However, I start 2007 with a sensible aim: To be more like Jesus and Sarah Connor. By June I will be able to do 20 pull-ups and give everyone the love that they deserve. I will not dwell on hatred, bitterness, resentment or jealousy. I will be dignified, selfless & understanding and will radiate love whilst wielding an AK47 with grenades in my belt.
This, I feel, is an achievable aim.
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SCENARIO: Terminator pursues Captain Muffin down towards the canal. Muffin promptly walks across the canal to the other side and watches with compassion as the terminator sinks to the bottom and becomes entangled with all the old shopping trolleys. Turns its head into a loaf of bread for good measure and then mutliates the body with a volley from her M16.
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