resolution in my head

another year, another resolution, another blog.

it's easy to see the attraction of getting one's thoughts committed at the start of the year with the intention of seeing it through - wiping the slate clean with the promise of better things to come - yet it's almost inevitable that interest will wane before february is even hinted at by the calendar in the kitchen.

well fuck it. if it happens, it happens; apparently there are billions of them out there all unwanted and discarded. who'll even notice another one (or not, if you know what i mean?) cluttering the place up.

Of course, there are other quite valid reasons for starting a blog - january or not - and mine is this; i need somewhere to collect my thoughts and publish my poetry.

I'm 37, and i hope it's not as shit as you think it might be...

red sky at night? this year will be shite...