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be sure to tune into radio west today. that asshole, chris buttars will be on the program.

man-jumper. i have always been one. makes moving on much easier, doesn’t it? come on, admit it. after all, we have all done it. not that there’s anything wrong with it! in an effort to keep with my new year’s resolution, i refuse to man-jump this year. god damn, the road to emotional wellness is a giant pain in the arse. this will affect more than just me. apologies, to all those cute barrista’s at my s-bux. no more flirting from this girl. i am taking time off. lying low. having some downtime.

ok, i think i covered all the cliche’s

re·jec·tion ( P ) Pronunciation Key (r-jkshn)
n.

1. The act of rejecting or the state of being rejected.

for unknown reasons certain people go through life without understanding the true meaning of rejection. i envy those people.

coping with rejection and apparent failure is a serious matter. the tragic death of john kennedy toole screams this truth at anyone lucky enough to need an explanation. no publisher would touch his book. in a vain attempt to kill the pain, he committeded suicide. posthumously, his book was published. and won the 1980 pulitzer prize for fiction.

JKT, i commiserate with you. SO, i am starting your book tonight. again. this time i will not dissappoint you. no rejection found here. i shall finish the book!

your mouth, that always tells lies.
it’s time you told your story.

apparently when krissy and i drink an entire bottle of rum, champagne, hypnotic, and keg beer, i turn into a fighting ninja. the ninja side only comes out in desperate situations. such as, street fights in front of the party we attended. the story, simply was a stranger who asked me for a smoke. i explained in fear of cancer i do not partake. he did not take that comment well, and decided to scream at me as he walked away. luckily the temper didn’t come out to play, that time. krissy and i simply hollered after him, in fits of laughter.

inside the party while in line for the bathroom, a VERY annoying VERY young girl decided to be bitchy to krissy and i. not the brightest idea. we continued to make fun of her for the duration of the evening. this included “accidentally” spilling champagne on her, oops. she then punched krissy. her boyfriend immediately took her outside. i think by that time he realized the blonde duo doesn’t back down. sometimes it’s fun to pretend you are 23 again!

we grew tired of the party and decided to wander the streets of slc, not the best idea in the pouring rain while drunk. supermark came to our rescue. eggs, all around!

happy new year everyone!

i saw brokeback mountain this afternoon, thanks to mark for being a good sport and an excellent chauffeur. also thanks to the dealership who sold him a new suv, this means he likes to cart cute blondes around. a brilliant choice on his part, i might add.

the movie was fantastic, though a little long for my self diagnosed (or easily bored) a.d.d., i did sit mostly still for the entire 2+hours. clapping and tears filled the theater. well that, and every god damn seat. i haven’t seen a show sold out at the broadway since 1996 or whatever year gross point blank came out.

the man sitting next to me cried in his popcorn. i wanted to hug him. actually, i wanted mark to but i knew i had already pushed my limits for the day!

where has the year gone? i can not believe 2005 ends tomorrow night. i wasn’t done with it yet. granted, certain things i am SO finished with. others, notsomuch.

2006, just maybe i will finally:
start returning phone calls
give daisy the attention she deserves
realize perhaps patience IS a virtue
finish that book
compile my writing
become a brunette
let ben live his own life
get my internship done
stop obsessing (sure)
visit jen more
have a “healthy” relationship
stop being a flake
accept my age

until then, i will drink, and drink some more. krissy to entertain me, the boys to protect me. party, we shall!

hmmm….conveniently VS has the semi-annual sale going on now. i remain contemplative.

i was fortunate enough to spend the evening with twins. no boys, not the supahot doublemint kind of twins, the niece and nephew kind.

let me just say toddlers are exhausting, double that and oi! my newfound heroes? not war veterans, but rather parents of twins.

important things to remember while babysitting gigs occur, according to carter and hannah:

1. always wear high heeled gold sequin covered shoes while playing kitchen.

2. never repeat what auntie sarah mutters when stepping in a puddle of spilled juice.

3. eating christmas candy makes for excellent handprints on above mentioned auntie’s clothing.

4. the best way to be rescued from your crib is to scream at the top of your lungs, “WUVSAWWWAAHH”. please note, cuddling her on the love sac also a brilliant scheme to avoid bedtime.

i would like to thank matt and holli at this time for reminding me i am nowhere near ready for parenthood!

the bag twins and jessica simpson. some of my favorite “love to hate” hollywood girls! here, is just another reason why…..

they have ungodly amounts of money to spend on clothing. yet, they still manage to look like complete and utter trash!