To the NYPD

I’m listening to fairytale of New York by the Pogues and that other lady MacColl something and I’m getting all queezy. It’s been a weird year. But a good one, full of  oppourtunities, challenges, achievements and so forth. I think it’s been the most interesting year of my life and I truly hope that the forthcoming will be as full of impressions and surprises as the one we are now leaving.
The things I’ve learned and the things I’ve gone through have all, to say it very artistic, sort of filled in the blank edges of the map, ofcourse leaving large areas empty and uncharted. I feel like a more compound and complex human. And I’ve learned to not care so much for trivial things. But I bring them with me still, though I do not run them through in my head over and over again. This prevents me from giving everything another reason and it prevents me from looking at things from the wrong perspectives. “To call everything by its right name.”
So my resolutions for the coming year is…To stop getting lighter, to close all my weird psycho malfunctions inside the year that has passed. I shall also excercise more, I will take better care of my skin, I will enjoy slalom and ice scates so much that my ancles will look like logs by may, I will also be getting my drivers licence FOSHIZZLE. And I shall try not to suffer from insomnia, phantom depression, anxiety or any other emorelated bullshit illness in the forthcoming year. I will also try the best I can to get my band MEDIKAMENT as far as possible. We rock.

So to a happy and blissfull new year to all!
I’m ready for another one (: