... the water's rising and i'm slipping under, i think i fell in love with the 8th world wonder, yeah yeah yeah.

merry christmas to all, i hope it was great for you. this year’s christmas was a hell of a lot better than years past. i have to thank my family and my friends for making this christmas one of the best in my life. now, i’m looking forward to 2010. i read a poll a couple of days ago that said the majority of Americans want to say good riddance to the 00-09 decade. i concur. this period was full of more downs than ups and i’m looking forward to a decade of ups. this time last year, my ex of 4 months broke up with me on christmas day and it broke my heart but i feel right now i can let that go because i learned then that my heart could still be broken, that it still works and now, a year later i’ve learned that it still beats on and yearns for the love of another. so good riddance 00-09… come on 10-19. 

...with a dream and a cardigan. i look at the land of fame excess... am i gonna fit in?

it's been a little under a year since i've made some posts on my blog and i never can seem to keep it up, hip and interesting. i guess i’m in a writing mood lately and there’s some things friends and complete strangers should learn from—or learn with me.

my first post has to be interesting, it has to be eye-catching, zany, funny, retarded—all of the things that encompass my being. i promise no less, so here goes.

thursday i engaged in gossip at the local watering hole known as the soco club, i encountered a guy that was really cute and we ended up making out on the patio. flash forward a couple of hours, with me really wasted off of my ass and an invite to sleep in said guy’s bed—mind you, strictly sleep—none of the pleasures of the flesh. honestly. i woke up halfway in the middle of the night while it was still dark and in my drunken stupor, in an inability to find my glasses or a way out of the dark bedroom my bladder urgency got the best of me and yes… i pissed my pants right there, in the bed. needless to say, i don’t think the cute blonde boy at soco will perhaps ever call me back, much less invite me over to stay again.

in reflection of the incident, there are plenty of excuses for me to make… i was drunk, and having already broken the seal i was vulnerable to such discharge. however, this does not erase the embarassment i feel—and i do apologize for the young sir that had to endure an impromptu watersports session. although, i walk away knowing i have another fantastic, over the top story to add to my memoirs in my later years. ciao for now, i hope this has entertained the masses.

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