Monday, January 01, 2007
100 words to begin the year
This year she will lose the flab on her thighs, stomach and arms. Ass too. She will drink less and exercise more. She will repeat her affirmations everyday. ‘I love you’. Twenty times. In front of the mirror. (That’s not silly is it?) War & Peace, Ulysses and Tin Drum will actually be read. She will stop lying about her age. And dyeing her hair. She will stop swearing. Unless the situation calls for it. She will be a shiny, brand new person. Unblemished. Like the new calendar that hangs on the kitchen wall. Until the second of January anyway.