and so, 2k4 begins…

now it’s a new year…

and for the first time, i know what decent champaigne is. (and yes, mo, i see the irony of misspelling one of your fave alcohols while sitting in your bedroom typing on your laptop). didn’t get a kiss at the stroke of midnight. didn’t get a toast at the stroke of midnight. come to think of it, i didn’t get **shit** at the stroke of midnight.

but i did get paid pretty well for working new years eve…and it’s not like i had anybody to spend it with anyway, so fuck it.

yep…read it in the kramerscope earlier in december. to paraphrase, the sooner i realized that no matter what i did, said, or thought, i was gonna be alone this holiday and there was NOTHING i could do to fix it, the better off (mentally) i would be. so i went with it and made some money instead…enough to allow me to drop a bottle of veuve and a decent amount of chocolate on the women that hosted the new year’s day party i went to…and with the LACK of dell overtime, and my new schedule (11:30 am to 8:00 pm m-f) i feel no shame about hanging out a bit late this evening and updating the whore from mo’s bedroom while the dress up party this has turned into (and no, i haven’t taken MY turn in her closet, nor do i plan to) has moved to the other end of the condo. now it’s just me, a dell inspiron 1100 laptop (the bane of my exsistance earilier this month) and a bobblehead of hank williams sr. (kramer, you in love with this girl yet? hank sr. bobblehead in the bedroom…cooks like a demon…owns property south of the river…) and here we are.

so here are my hopes for myself in the 2k4…

i want to finally be happy.

caught up on bills…not too worried about cash…and NOT single. don’t laugh…it COULD happen. maybe some cute latina thing will lose a bet or something. but we’ll see. until then, i’ll just keep working (they told me to shoot for hitting 125% of my quoda for december…i hit 250% instead) and just dredging through life.

who knows…it might all work out. to avoid a smurf like appearance, i WON’T be holding my breath on this one…

but it’s a new year. my resolutions? to perk up in general and try to not take anything (or anyone) too seriously. to make some cash. re-do the floors in at least 50% of my home. and try to avoid women in the 210 area code (romantically speaking) at all costs.

might be a grandfather clause on that last one, but we’ll see…

so, it’s new years day, and i have TOTALLY lost track of how many glasses of the bubbly i’ve had since i got here. to the best of my recollection, a LOT. one of my bottles of veuve is gone. the other is still in the car. but due to the alcohol intake, ignore my typos. and keep reading. i’m also resolving to get the damn ‘whore book out, and also update more often (can you believe i only did SIX entries in the entire month of december?), and maybe get down to under 200 (i started off at 265 and now i’m 215…could drop lower though). but i’ll stop babbling (who’s shocked?) apparently the dress up has now turned fashion show and my photog duties are calling.

so, what are my chances this will turn into a “dear penthouse” moment? with the presence of my “sister” kathi and the rest of her crew, i’d say slim to none…

…and slim has already left town.

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