This year, my horoscope predicts that I will be awesome this year. AWESOME. How many times do I get told that I’ll be awesome for a whole year? Last year predicted that I’ll be down the shit sewers because of some astrological hiccup. So to celebrate this monumentally auspicious foretelling of biblical proportions, I’m composing a nice little wishlist for myself, of no given priority.
- I shall get myself some new kicks. Nice fancy footwork with stars and stripes and all that. And I shall slap myself for putting off getting a pair of chucks.
- I shall make sure I invest in something health-related, like say, AN INSURANCE, or say, A CHECK-UP. I can’t believe I survived the whole 2009 being ignorant.
- A girl can never have enough clothes. But seriously, I need more skinnies.
Oh, and I’m going to draw more. I shall heed my calling.