Dang, Girl!

So we had just gotten back from dinner and there was some running joke we were telling, and I forget what the last part of the joke was, but I remember thinking it was super funny, and then you walked in and totally killed the mood. "Baaaaaaah!" or something like that, all bummed out that other people actually enjoy their weekends. It's not my fault you're in cahoots with some b-hole who always makes you pay for his Oso Burrito! He could at least be pleased when you give him a beej, but nope! He acts like you're just paying your dues. I mean, I know it's part of a healthy relationship, but he could at least say "thanks" or you take you to Red Lobster, maybe buy you the Ultimate Platter. It's so good; it comes with crab, lobster, and a couple different kinds of shrimp. But the crab is a total bitch to get cracked open, kind of like your shitty mood tonight. Or, I guess what I meant was, you are acting like you are having a crack withdrawl. Or is it "withdrawal"?

Happy New Year, Snitcheys!

Last night was one of the best New Year's Eve parties I can remember being a part of for a long time. Usually, I bone myself by starting drinking too early, and I'm all tuckered out by 10, but I'm somewhere where I can't go to bed, so whatever. But last night, we went out to dinner and the snow kept people in, which is great because people smell like ham. And so I drank a couple of these drinks called Moscow Mules, and they have all sorts of cool shit inside of them. I found about 50 bucks in the second one I had, but I drank it anyway. Money is so overrated, anyway.

Now I am all sluggish from drinking and sleeping all day today. But let me rewind to last night. We ate dinner, then went to the Starlite Lounge, a kind of cool cheesy throwback martini bar. And it was great! I can count backwards from 10, it turns out, and I practiced it a couple times before midnight to make sure I wouldn't screw it up. Then, we went to the Chatterbox to watch Somasphere, and they ruled, and I got some sexy band and crowd shots. Then, we went to the hotel and drank a b-load of champagne. And then all of these homo-dudes were hanging out drunk on the hotel bed, fondling my other passed out friend! It was hot. I got pictures.

Here are my goals for 2007:

1. Get married
2. Have a 17-year-old daughter (ouch!)
3. Drink less
4. Party more
5. Sleep better
6. Drink coffee after 8 p.m. more often
7. j/o a ton at work and after work
8. Find another sweet band to rip off
9. j/o a ton at school and before school

Best albums of 2006:

1. Ladyfinger (ne): HEAVY HANDS
2. Sally Ride: IT'S A TRAP!
3. Built To Spill: YOU IN REVERSE
4. The Decemberists: THE CRANE WIFE
5. Justin Timberlake: FUTURE LOVE/SEX SOUNDS

That's a pretty good list. It's in no particular order.

Love,
Cory