Alright, so here comes 2012…! The world is supposed to end again. Time to make this blog come to life. Most days I do take an elevator of some sort: actual, metaphorical, emotional, magic.
New Years is three days away…and we all know I’ve lived vicariously for the last two, through a certain Italian musician. His attitude toward me being questionable. But more on that later. More on the nature of love and Art. So this New Year’s eve, or new year, will be mine, whatever it will be. The whole year for that matter.
Resolutions:
Write this blog. Be it a diary, a creative work, whatever.
Take care of your body, you old woman.
Write TONS.
Learn 12 songs on the guitar and take piano/guitar lessons.
Don’t live in the past.
Be treated like gold…or Jesus.
Make lots of money.
I love New Years Eve! champagne, kissing, what is not to love?
