I feel as though it's time, time for me to do something for myself. Change, change for the better and change for no one else but me. Starting off with something relatively small... keeping my fucking room clean. So this might not be such a small ordeal. Anyone that's anyone I know will tell you the same thing, "her room is crazy," and not in a good way might I add. So I was never really one for maintaining a clean and friendly environment... for myself. Mess always gave me that homey feeling, that piece of mind that this room is MY room, it's MY sanctuary, MY home. But there are occasional days where I throw tantrums because I just can't bloody find anything, and that's usually when I'm trying to go out. Now I won't post any pictures yet but I will indeed when it's 100% clean to my satisfaction. Scratch that, if it was left up to me I would consider the state that it is in right now, 100% clean, but I can suppose everybody else will tell me otherwise.

So my birthday passed, I held a birthday party which I honestly don't remember much off. I do however remember drinking, dancing, vomiting, then sitting lifelessly while trying to shoo everyone out. I have a bad habit of crashing out early and doing that sometimes. Not unusual. So it was a Superhero dress up party, I attempted being Thor but no one really got it... I guess that's what you get when you buy a Zena warrior looking costume off the internet, then try to take a small wooden hammer and make that into your Mjölnir. Now I had a blast, and I hope everyone who took the time to come had some fun also, it means a lot to me that people come out to celebrate my birthday even though we may or may not keep contact.

Now the Monday following my birthday, marked 16th December 2013. Might sound crazy but I went up with Michael and Monique to bloody South Australia, a 9-10 hour road trip one way for little Marcy, Michael's border collie pup. We left at 5AM the Monday morning and got home 4AM Tuesday morning. I honestly didn't feel like the ride was that long, then again I wasn't doing any driving and according to Michael I was asleep for pretty much 20 hours out the the 23 we were driving. Now Marcy is the cutest thing ever, having her makes me misses Bear, my staffy x lab. Bear didn't pass away, I just had to give him away because I honestly had no time to look after him when we first got him. Having a pet is like having a live teddy bear, someone to be there and love you whenever. Now Marcy is pretty small but she is rapidly growing, soon enough the border collie in her is going to tear Rosy to bits.

29th December 2013, Michael and I shared our 6 months of being together. At times I doubted myself because I moved on pretty quickly after my last relationship, I can always make up excuses to justify why it's not but there's really no point to prove here. Even though it might have seemed like moving on to Michael was just a way of forgetting Chris, I can assure you it really wasn't. People have different ways of dealing with break ups, I saw it, after a long debate with myself, a way to venture out and find something new. And I found Michael. We spent the day together, visiting a park where he prepared us breakfast, then headed to the city for the aquarium, went back home, took a nap and went out for dinner. It was nonetheless an amazing day and I could go on raving about how much I love this guy, but I'll save that for another post.

Spent NYE at Josh's and had a blast with a whooping 4 standard drink bottle of Moscato Rosa. 'Cause I'm boss like that.. and yeah, went to bed, snored, didn't even remember waking up for the fireworks cause I was that fried. Spent the New Year's Day with my family, we made hot pot and had a lovely dinner. Despite my small family, it was home, it is home and I was, I am happy.

Happy New Year to anyone and everyone who keep tabs on my blog. I barely write, let 2014 change me for the better. Out with the old, in with the new.
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