I Don't Know What's Sadder...

That someone felt she needed to email me to tell me she'd seen this and thought of me, or me emailing her back to tell her I already have one.

Lawks

It's nearly Christmas and this is only my 4th post for 2010: I *am* a bad blogger.I didn't intend for this to happen: it may be a sure sign of getting older that I'm saying this but this year has FLOWN by. Why, it feels like only last week I was packing up the Flat of Mould, whining about the Ignorant Kiwi's sexbangs and spoiling Mabel the Gerbil with treats in a way that only the single and childless can with their pets.

Fast forward (almost) 12 months and IK is no more than a distant, distasteful memory, Mabel's joined Florence in the great big gerbil tank in the sky, and the Flat of Mould is, well, still mouldy.

But it's not all doom and gloom: in their place we have Saffa Sid, who cleans the bathroom, has made the back garden into a thing of astroturfed wonder, and closes the door when his girlfriend's over, and Fat and Little - the Gingerists - tiny little ginger entertaining bundles of silliness.

2010's been an interesting year, it's had its ups and downs. I may prepare a review of the year (don't count on it though) but it'll be a largely self indulgent (what? me? surely not) list of toot that'll be of no interest to anyone but me and possibly my sister. However the fact that it'll inevitably turn into a rant by the end may be amusing.

*goes off to ponder*

Commitment!

I've just received a catalogue this morning from our stationary suppliers, informing me that it's our 2 year anniversary, as it's been 2 years since I first place an order with them.



This may well the longest relationship I've ever had.

Time for Bed, said Zebedee

I'll never learn.

Why, why, WHY do I still not know that if I have a drink on a Sunday, I am going to feel minging on a Monday?

It's 8.20pm and I'm about 10 minutes away from going to bed. Squidgey Niece stays up later than me and she's TWO YEARS OLD. Rock and roll, Badger, rock and roll.

New Year, New Badger?

I feel my first post of 2010 should herald the fact that as of 5 days ago, the Ignorant Kiwi was no more. He has taken his PS3, his morning sexbangs and his piles of unwashed dishes, and f**ked off to make someone else's life a waking nightmare. Woo, and indeed, Yay.

And I can tell our friendship is going to last, I really can. I walked passed him at London Bridge station yesterday morning and we completely ignored each other.

So. New Year, New Badger. Or rather, New Year, Slightly Modified Badger. I've decided to stop beating myself up over failed resolutions this year (mainly due to the fact that because I needed to leave the Flat of Mould for a month and find temporary accommodation, I have broken, trampled on and let the rodent poo over what was meant to be last years Lifechanging Resolve). I'm going to enjoy 2010, and to totally bastardize a quote from John Hurt, I'm not going to have Guilty Pleasures, I'm going to enjoy my sins.