December was a perfect fit to the end of a crazy year, but December you've nearly won. After a month of debauched drinking, consecutive late nights, excessive relentless partying, I think I'm proverbially broken. I've seen 7am too many times and not for the right reason. I'm sure you know, I've no concept of moderation or boundaries.... limits or refusals..... or indeed the word 'No' but maybe this old dog could learn that new trick. I meant to behave but dammit there were too many other options.
However on a plus side, I've laughed continuously, sworn endlessly, drunk ridiculously, talked relentlessly, made new friends and forged stronger friendships. I've put 25 hours in my day and missed nothing. Travelled non stop and never stood still. I've run from jet lag and hangovers, crossed date lines and lines in the sand, never allowing convention or fatigue to hold me back.
I hope you never know the loss I've endured but I do hope you do know the luck, love and life that I have been given.
So rather than your goals for 2016, to be accomplishing the goals of 2015, which you should have done in 2014 and 2013, because you made a promise in 2012 and planned in 2011, how about this instead.
New Years resolutions will be to endeavour to never disappoint or be disappointed, to never sit still or be quiet, to constantly be glib, facile and irreverent. To never grow up(growing old is compulsory but growing up is optional) or for that matter, never grow out or to never suffer fools too long.
I'm hoping this year to make hundreds more inappropriate, witty retorts, pictures and memories, drunk or sober.......and rest assured I will never let you down, just myself and any other responsible adult who might be watching.
Here's to a year of more social media shaming, praising, recognising and challenging. To endlessly throwing pass remarkable comments worthy of champions, making direct hits.
Let's have a year of styling out moves, like that crack whore dancing for rent, continuously acting like we self medicate rohypnol, refusing no opportunity. No more limiting ourselves, let's start a personal intervention now! (that's not a euphemism for touching yourself BTW)
This year can we please cure hangovers and mediocre, try to avoid beige and mundane, all the sooner the better please....because here's the rub, we're not getting any younger and do you know, some people just need a high five (in the face, with a chair).
I wish you all the very best that you deserve and ironically let's raise a glass to more alcohol fuelled nights of laughter, days packed with adventure, surrounded by friends and family (that you like), turning those resolutions into reservations and let's keep going. I hope next year we all get 365 days and enjoy each one, always finding a reason to smile.
If you're living your life without giving a 'f' then you're living a li()e
However on a plus side, I've laughed continuously, sworn endlessly, drunk ridiculously, talked relentlessly, made new friends and forged stronger friendships. I've put 25 hours in my day and missed nothing. Travelled non stop and never stood still. I've run from jet lag and hangovers, crossed date lines and lines in the sand, never allowing convention or fatigue to hold me back.
I hope you never know the loss I've endured but I do hope you do know the luck, love and life that I have been given.
So rather than your goals for 2016, to be accomplishing the goals of 2015, which you should have done in 2014 and 2013, because you made a promise in 2012 and planned in 2011, how about this instead.
New Years resolutions will be to endeavour to never disappoint or be disappointed, to never sit still or be quiet, to constantly be glib, facile and irreverent. To never grow up(growing old is compulsory but growing up is optional) or for that matter, never grow out or to never suffer fools too long.
I'm hoping this year to make hundreds more inappropriate, witty retorts, pictures and memories, drunk or sober.......and rest assured I will never let you down, just myself and any other responsible adult who might be watching.
Here's to a year of more social media shaming, praising, recognising and challenging. To endlessly throwing pass remarkable comments worthy of champions, making direct hits.
Let's have a year of styling out moves, like that crack whore dancing for rent, continuously acting like we self medicate rohypnol, refusing no opportunity. No more limiting ourselves, let's start a personal intervention now! (that's not a euphemism for touching yourself BTW)
This year can we please cure hangovers and mediocre, try to avoid beige and mundane, all the sooner the better please....because here's the rub, we're not getting any younger and do you know, some people just need a high five (in the face, with a chair).
I wish you all the very best that you deserve and ironically let's raise a glass to more alcohol fuelled nights of laughter, days packed with adventure, surrounded by friends and family (that you like), turning those resolutions into reservations and let's keep going. I hope next year we all get 365 days and enjoy each one, always finding a reason to smile.
If you're living your life without giving a 'f' then you're living a li()e
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