Monday, January 03, 2011

No Need To Be Super-Duper Or Great

I'll start out with the usual good intentions. To eat better. Drink less. Write more. Smile wider. Work harder. Sleep sounder. Jog further. Jog even just a little bit. Drive slower. Play fairer. Watch less television. Listen. Get the bus to work sometimes. Not eat sandwiches every day. Tell better stories. Stop worrying. Write more.

I am a woman of modest ambition. I'll let you know how I'm getting on.


SDaedalus said...

Best of luck, Rosie. Happy New Year to you & Andrew.

Conan Drumm said...

Exactly. Although I seem to have morphed into something similar to a squeaky Lego Man, doing exercises on the telly.

(don't tell Gimme)

Gimme said...

The fuck is wrong with sandwiches?

And you what, Conan?

Conan Drumm said...

We fit, or sumfin'

Kitty Cat said...

Jogging. Bleh. It'll never catch on. I might try to stop eating salty food. Maybe.

Ellie said...

I too plan to jog.
*Raises glass with non alcoholic beverage* 'To jogging!'

bmd said...

Eat sandwiches! There's nothing like a nice sandwich at four in the morning!

Rosie said...

happy fucking new year, everyone.

(i'm back in work today)

so far i have not gone for any jogs, but that's because i've been tired and not bothered and stuff.

also, i bought a sandwich on my way to work this morning, breaking two of my "resolutions" (i had notions about making my own lunch every day too, brought on by a pre-christmas overdose of wholesome Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall). i blame him and his ilk for all the handmade gifts i gave this year. wooden pickles all round!