So tonight is the kick off of yet another round Germany's Next Topmodel, and although I promised not to watch any casting shows anymore, I'm going over to a friend's house to enjoy a public viewing of it. So much for will power and resoluteness; didn't really last that long, did it? (To speak in Topmodel-talk: I lost the challenge, that's for sure.)
Jesus, I'm glad I didn't mean to give up smoking.
But I'm still going strong on the stay healthy/doing sports bit. Maybe I can trade. Maybe if I do twice as much sports and have three times as much sex as I intended to have, I can get away with watching casting shows. I think what I'm gonna do is sort of start a stock exchange of new year's resolutions with myself. Hey-ho financial crisis, I'm learning my lesson here. Like I know you always have to have some stable stocks to balance the risky ones.
When you think about it, it all comes down to a selling of indulgences, like the good ol' Catholics did (I wonder why that ever went out of fashion). I'm gonna redeem myself from watching casting shows with sports and sex. Wicked.
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