1. FITNESS. I will not be biking the countryside anytime soon. :-( . Let me cut to the chase with a few keywords: New Years Eve / bike ride / face plant. It's not so much that I crashed (and how!) so much as that when something broke I had no idea what it was or did. Not only that, I had no idea where it belonged on the bike. The bike is now languishing in a friend's house until I can face it again. On the plus side it means I'll most likely be heading to Sydney AND Melbourne sometime soon.
2. CAREER. Much to everyone's surprise, my career in retail will continue...with sexy results. Who knew I could actually sell something to anyone? Which reminds of the time I went for a job at (I shit you not) Tarocash. The manager asked how I'd sell ice to an Eskimo. After the obligatory inner-cringe I answered; "I don't know... tell them it was organic?" They never called.
As for the sexy results, those surround-vision mirrors are doing wonders for my self-consciousness. I now ask myself questions such as "Is my neck-hair tame?" before leaving for work. It will also (patience and general co-ordination providing) most likely result in me wearing contacts again. Or at least attempting to.
3. FASHION. While my clothes will grow steadily tattier and torn, I will continue to berate everyone about how everything will soon be retro-futuristic/ futuristic (see late 80s/early 90s) and plastic fantastic. This will peak in winter with parachute fabric bombers, slim-line sneakers and mesh dresses. Expect my "I told you so's" to reach optimum smugness around this time.
2. CAREER. Much to everyone's surprise, my career in retail will continue...with sexy results. Who knew I could actually sell something to anyone? Which reminds of the time I went for a job at (I shit you not) Tarocash. The manager asked how I'd sell ice to an Eskimo. After the obligatory inner-cringe I answered; "I don't know... tell them it was organic?" They never called.
As for the sexy results, those surround-vision mirrors are doing wonders for my self-consciousness. I now ask myself questions such as "Is my neck-hair tame?" before leaving for work. It will also (patience and general co-ordination providing) most likely result in me wearing contacts again. Or at least attempting to.
3. FASHION. While my clothes will grow steadily tattier and torn, I will continue to berate everyone about how everything will soon be retro-futuristic/ futuristic (see late 80s/early 90s) and plastic fantastic. This will peak in winter with parachute fabric bombers, slim-line sneakers and mesh dresses. Expect my "I told you so's" to reach optimum smugness around this time.
4. LOVE. Continuing my life story, aka "Looking for love in all the wrong places" I will take a brief sojourn into the inanimate-d world of object sexuality. Instead of going for well-known items such as the Eiffel Tower or the Berlin Wall, I'll opt for something more left of center, like a boulder or highway pylon.
5. MUSIC. The "party anthem" trend will reach it's nadir/zenith, with every well known pop-artist consisting of the word "party" and nothing else. No one will realise these are all in fact the same song.
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