My big fat life

Je veux .. A job

Je veux .. My own room

Je veux .. 1 million £! Well 10£ would also be nice for the beginning.

Okay, this are not the things Zaz talks about in her song. She says, that she doesn’t care if you would offer her a house in Neuchâtel or a room in a luxury 5 star hotel, because she only wants love and a good laugh with someone.

I mean yes, I want those things as well and I see the point behind it, but trust me, a room in a luxury hotel doesn’t sound that bad when you’re sitting in a crapy hostel with 7 other people in your room, while one is constantly farting and you have the current smell of urin and sweat in the air.

Don’t understand me wrong, I’m not complaining, but I’m just saying that there are worse things then looking over the skyline of London while someone feeds you with grapes.

Well, the feeding part doesn’t sound that great, if you think about it, but anyways, you get my point.

Tonight is New years eve and i hope that it is better than the last past years. What i mean with that is not even that i want a romantic kiss under the Eiffel Tower or go ice skating with the person i love, while 20 Oompa Loompas are skating around us, singing a mashup of the greatest love songs.

No, thats not what i mean. I consider a great new years if no one is throwing up on my shoes at midnight, I’m not holding my friends hair while SHE’s throwing up or when I’m not surrounded by couples that kiss each other and I’m just standing there alone with my wine bottle in my hand telling my self that next year will be better.

I just realised that there is a lot of throw up involved in my new years history, but yes that would be a great start into the new year.

I’m writing this on my iPhone, so its kinda a „on the road“ thing.

Why I am saying that? Because it seems that vomit is just a part of my new years eve tradition. A girl just threw up in the tube. Fantastic. while I’m holding my breath everyone around me is fighting there own stomach issues.

Maybe i should call this Text: WELCOME TO MY FAT LIFE FULL OF VOMIT.

Doesnt sound like the best Title to earn respect, but it’s catchy. Definitely in my top 5 after : FUPAS and other world problems.

P.s. My New years eve was good. I would even say really good. Finally.