Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

This is the end of year review with the new year outlook. It's not much, but it's all you gonna get. Deal with it.



2012

I didn’t make it to the Electric Ballroom. I’m still trying, though #failboat

I went a bit crazy and really quite enjoyed it. I need more of that.

I found a way to channel my creativity. By writing gay porn. About inky boys in bands. Best idea EVER.

I published my first story on the internet. I keep publishing stories on the internet and PEOPLE ARE READING/LIKING THEM!

I re-discovered my love of music. I crushed. Hard.

I fell in love with The Used. I’m still in love with The Used. It’s a messy, dirty, downright slutty affair. It’s awesome.

I also developed a crush on My Chemical Romance. No one said I have to be monogamous in my band love.

Also, 30 Seconds To Mars. And Jared Leto.

I thought about sex an awful lot. I had quite a lot of it, too. I hope this trend continues.

I watched my first webcast. I listened to my first podcast. Wow.

\m/ punk rock \m/

I made my brain happy by doing things.

I went to France.

I watched really bad comedy. Like, really bad. Not the good bad. The bad bad.

My mind moved into the gutter. It’s still there and occasionally sends amusing postcards. I think it’s bought a house now.

I went to Glade and got epically trashed. Unexpectedly. Twice. I also had a really good time. Success!

I played games on South Bank. Yeah.

I saw The Used. 4 times. Can’t wait to see them again! Band love rules \m/

I went to Warped & saw loads of punk bands & it was awesome.

I went to a wedding. Had fun.

I bought a hula hoop. And then two small hula hoops. I totally suck at hula hoop but who cares. I’ve got hoops.

I didn’t set myself on fire. Hooray!


2013

I want to travel again – Malaysia, Canada, North-West of the USA – because I didn’t get away much in 2012. Burning Man happening this year would be AWESOME but unless there’s a miracle it probably won’t. I can’t afford doing it on my own and currently it doesn’t feel quite right to go this year, I can’t explain why.

I want to kiss, hug, fuck and play and who knows, even fall in love with someone reciprocates my feelings.

I want to grow as a writer. This means making an effort to write more, edit better and find a way to deal with those pesky cases of writer’s block. I like to think I get better with each fic I finish, I can see a progression in my own works and find myself analysing other people's work with a lot more scrutiny than before. I probably need to find a beta at some point...

I want to be happy, not all the time because that would be unrealistic, but when I look back at 2013 I want to be able to say without a doubt that this year was better than the last (which was rather good already, the bar’s set pretty high).

I terms of career I’m actually not sure what I want. Aiming for a promotion means putting in A LOT more effort (according to my ex-boss) and I don’t know if it’s worth it. I do want the money, I don’t necessarily want the extra responsibility and work. I can’t see a way out of the rat race at this point, which doesn’t mean I won’t continue looking for one.

I really should get my ass back into the Bikram Yoga studio again. It’s good for me. My body wants it, even if my lazy mind would rather sit on the sofa and surf the web.

Oh, and I obviously want world peace and happy endings for all. That goes without saying. *throws glitter*