Tuesday, January 5, 2010
New Year's Resolution
God I love this photo. I understand her. She's me, but a chick.
I've made some New Year's Resolutions. I've never made any before, but I find life rather unsatisfactory at the moment and something has to give. My December: Jeez. I had a 20 year old German backpacker living with me. She turned up late November at a party at my house. At 6am, drugged and wild, I took a girl I fancied to my bed. I had been trying to seduce her for months. When we got in to my bedroom, we found another girl already in there. "Oh," said the stranger, "I needed somewhere to sleep." She stayed for six weeks. The girl I fancied got into bed with me that night, but never came back. Well, she said she would, as long as nobody would ever know and I did not agree to this condition. I could've had a secret girlfriend. Anyway, the German. She stayed for six weeks. We had a grope two nights before she left, drunk, on the beach, under Pleiades. I thought, "I always leave these things too late."
Oh, I also went on a date with a semi-famous singer during in late December. She said she was tired and wouldn't last past 9.30pm. At 2am she said, "Would you like to come back to my house for coffee?" "Yes, I would," I said. We got back to her house and she turned on the kettle.
Then my family moved in the day the German left. Middle sister doesn't like Mum. Mum doesn't like Dad. It set off a virus of manners. Nobody spoke out of turn because if they did there'd be a fight. "It is a little colder than yesterday," one would say. "Yes, it is, but tomorrow may even be colder," another would say. I sat in my courtyard and smoked cigarettes, thinking about the cricket.
The day my family moved out, six friends moved in. New Year's Eve was meant to be an orgy. I had invited Miss Flatmate down, but one of my friends doesn't like her and he actually rang her and told her not to come. I said to him, "Well, you cancelled my date. Your job is to get me a replacement date." He had four days to do so, and failed.
There were 19 people at my house NYE. Nine couples and me. I rang the German. She said, "I hate Sydney. I should have stayed with you."
The houseguests left yesterday, and last night was the first time I slept in my house alone since November 21.
I sat watching Antonioni's 'Blow Up' and something about Jane Birkin's tits perhaps motivated me to appreciate things more. I sat with a pencil and paper and wrote...
1. Get fit.
2. Work harder.
I figure, if I do those two things, I will like myself more, and other good things will fall into place. I have booked a Personal Trainer. He is coming to my house tomorrow night, and he will be $50 a session.
I start work full time tomorrow as well, and I will work harder than before.
I need a l/wife.