Fail

Ok. So five months after posting on how to make myself a better person, I am still not a better person.

Let me break it down to you guys.

I still smoke.

I still drink too much.

I haven't posted on my blog since February.

I still sit on my fat arse all day, although I did waste good money on new running clothes - ha!

I don't eat my five a day.

I haven't sewn anything.

I haven't learnt to cook a new dish every week - although I did make paella for the first time - which was pretty awesome.

The only things I have been doing are, teaching myself latin (yeah - useful), read up on some study of religions and gender texts, and working as a HR admin lady for one of the biggest, evilest banks of the UK.

My life at the moment consists of sitting on my larger than average behind, spending all day working out if people are lying to me (I have to check out applicants records - they're nearly always lying about something), and then going home or to my boyfriends, where I'm cooked for (not by him), and then play Viva Pinata or watch TV, while drinking steadily and smoking profusely.

Good times.

I was reading the sassy curmudgeon again today - damn that girl is funny.

Maybe I should go for a humourous rather than whiny blog?

Pah, no one reads it anyway.

Peace out A town.