I love New Year's Day. There's something exciting about its fresh possibilities; regardless of whether you're sitting in your PJs drinking wine and watching Eastenders. In my mini sloth, I resolved to change a few things:1) My gym membership shall remain sooo last season. Renewing it will only bring up painful memories of treadmills, unnecessary sweat and potential fungal infections. Sorry Ben Dunne.
2) I'm starting a savings account. The Louey B fund will be a reminder that I actually can afford a €660 pair of Louboutins if only I'd curb my wanton vintage dress habit.
3) A proper holiday is in order. Fashion capitals don't count. That's strictly work. I want to plonk my pasty white body somewhere ridiculously hot with a long beach, long nights and even longer drinks - silly umbrellas optional.
4) Must learn how to apply makeup. Bar a lipstick/mascara combo, I don't have a rasher how to apply a proper polished look. My deep set eyes have been likened to fag burns or pee holes in the snow (nice!) and recede into insignificance with any sort of shadow. I know there's an expert somewhere with the smoke and mirrors. Make yourself known!
In the meantime, I'm heading back to see what scheming Janine is up to. My will power...it's unstoppable.
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