Move Your Ass

My 2009 motto: move your ass. Dead serious.

First was curtains. My neighbor basically lived in hotpants, and the entire block could see straight into my place whenever she walked by. Didn’t really bother me, but someone should probably close the blinds at some point. Real thrilling stuff.

I also promised myself I’d actually go to concerts instead of just talking about them. Scala, this club in Berlin I’d talked about visiting for months. And badminton, which was weird. It was the only sport where I didn’t completely suck, and I’d been saying I’d find a club in Wedding forever.

Year of actually doing things. Or that’s what I told myself anyway. God, I’m so fucking cool.