Happy New Year!

What does 2012 have in store I wonder? Mrs Cheesecake and I were talking about the highlights of 2011 this morning and I released she was able to list many more personal achievements than I. Don’t get me wrong I am intensely proud of her but also quite a bit jealous. I need to set myself some proper goals for a change. So here goes… (you can mock me about not completing them later in the year, say August?)

Project Cthulhu

I have started to save, thanks to some generous relatives at Christmas, and my first goal will be to get the design finalised and my first 3hr session booked. I reckon for around Easter. We shall see. The next update will be over on the project page. (See the link on the right hand side of the page)

He Don’t Have What We Call The Social Skills

I’m not too bad when I talk to people online and if I’ve known you for a real life for a while I’m ok as well but when it comes to meeting people for the first time I am still a bit of an oaf. I need to try a bit harder to get on with people. I’m just terribly shy, underneath all the bluster I mean. I’m nice most of the time, honestly.

On The Cusp of Less Rubbish-ness

I was going to call this section of the post On The Cusp of Greatness but if I am being 100% honest with myself greatness might be aiming a little high. Less rubbish seems a much more acceptable and achievable goal.

So what is the grand plan I hear cry? Well it is only a matter of days before the 2012 challenge begins in earnest. I plan a 500km run in 2012 (I must be off my fucking chump). I managed 20000 sit ups in 2011 but I think this endeavor is considerably upping my game.(I’ve joined a gym and got a new pair of trainers and everything). Why am I doing it? Really just as  personal challenge. To see if I can manage it I suppose. I need to loose some weight anyway so why not try some incredibly foolish way to do it.

I’m sure there will be further progress updates in the future, either that or I’ll be dead. We shall see. Time will out as they say.

Fuck it I’m bored of wittering now (that probably doesn’t bode well for all these lofty bloody goals does it?)

ho hum

Later