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| Dollface |
It wouldn't really be the end of the year without a blog-based review, would it? Part and parcel, really, along with the empty Celebrations tubs (that said, quite a few Bounty ones going spare if there's any takers…), general bloat and epic blues at the return to work and the Monday of the year; January. I HATE January. It's cold and poor and ever since pre-Christmas panic sales were introduced it doesn't even have bargains going for it. Fuck you, January. You stink of credit card debt and failed resolutions.
There's no way of avoiding this; despite the different structure this blog is not too dissimilar from the 40 questions meme that's doing the rounds at the moment. I can tinker with paragraphs all I want, I'm still going to be documenting if I kept my new year's resolutions or not (kind of, more later) and if anyone close to me gave birth (my beautiful goddaughter was born, and even though as a rule I dislike children, she's my little Lindt bear and I intend to teach her all the important life skills. Good manners, how to apply red lipstick, keeping calm and carrying on, all the essential stuff).
Frankly, I'm alarmed at how quickly 2011 has gone. My Nan is rarely right (sweetly ditzy at best, full-on bonkers at worst), but she did warn me that it gets worse as you get older. And Lordy, she's not wrong. I've barely finished using last year's toiletries from my Christmas stocking.
How did I start 2011? I'll be honest, superficially it's not been a year of massive change. Same city, same job, same wonderful friends and family. Not even a change of hair colour or the acquiring of a new pet (The Siamese would eat them, anyway). Life ticked along nicely. Those who know me will be fully aware that I diplomatically label myself as “consistent”, which one could argue is no bad thing. Yet, at the same time, it's hardly snorting coke off a stripper's tits.
So. What were my resolutions for 2011? Hmm, well. As a rule, I tend not to make resolutions as a pessimist is never disappointed, and I'll be damned if I'm going to make failure easy. Also, with January being shit (as aforementioned), I'm not going to heap on the misery any more than I have to. But in 2010 I decided to get my flabby backside in gear and get fit, and I'm pleased to say I've achieved that. So it's not all bad (next step: worry less about work).
I started 2011 hopelessly in love (emotional consistency of Angel Delight; stars and back kind of love), and I end it much the same (except maybe turned up to 11). I've just realised what next year's resolution should be; less parenthesis. Ahem.
Back on track. Yes. If we're going to address the question of whose behaviour warranted celebration, then @Felix_Culpa is on the list. My endless gratitude goes to him for another year of patience, of understanding, of sharing. Another year of allowing me to grow and revel in my masochism without fear of judgement, which means more than I ever realised. We've managed to go further than we ever dreamed, on all levels. Frankly, that statement applies to us spending wintertime in Prague, or him oh-so-kindly fulfilling my request to be waterboarded (never again).
That leads me seamlessly onto kink. 2011 brought some kink highlights; largely the arrival of FXXXED UP which is, by a long shot, the best fetish event I've ever attended.
It's not really been specific events that have punctuated kink this year; rather a progression into losing all self-consciousness and doubt about what I want. Being able to delight in disgust; allow myself to be pushed further than I ever thought I could. And, also, realising that vanilla is not a dirty word.
Meeting new people who have grown from 'friends on the scene' to simply and joyfully 'friends'. A summer evening studded with laughs, dairy products, and Yankee Candle room sprays. Friends whose companionship has endured through even the most surreal of situations (@inappropriate ; I'm looking at you and thinking of catheters).
2011 was a very full, rich year. A Christmas cake of a year. I remain quietly proud of my achievements, and quietly aware of what I want to achieve in 2012 (largely, more charity zumbathons!). I'll get there. Oh, and just to cover some of the original 40 questions for the record: I largely fapped over Michael Fassbender; songs of 2011 are this for familiarity and this for sentiment; I'm thinner/richer/happier than this time last year and yes, I'd be entirely surprised if many people were reading this.
Tonight will be spent with the girls over a bottle or two of wine, good food, and watching the fireworks from the balcony. Next year...well. Let's see 
On that note, happy new year IC. May 2012 bring you all that you desire, provided it's not too violent or taboo.
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Edited Sat 31 Dec 11, 3:04 PM by Dollface
| 2 Jan 12, 3:56 PM NimueBanditQueen UK(MK), 2 yrs  |
I know we've never met but you are one of those whose posts I keep an eye on. (Stalking? No I think more just interested and learning.) Anyway, really happy for you that all seems so good. May it stay that way. Happy 2012! |
