31 Dec 2007 › 11:15pm
I just stayed on the phone with Bloke till the New Year rang in in NYC. We cracked each other up with our grossest possible phone kisses (think licking the receiver). Now I’m going with my sister to some house party that friends from high school are throwing, so we can ring it in out here. Could be fun. Could be tragic. Who knows?
I do know that I need to get out of the house ASAP. I’ve been here long enough that my goody-two-shoes facade is starting to slip and people (ok my Mom) are getting on my nerves big-time. Every morning when I wake up, I get the feeling that she’s been waiting outside my door for at least three hours, clutching a stack of recipe cards on which she’s jotted a list of possible conversation topics with which to engage me. She’s so sweet but seriously… who the hell can deal with that much attention I ask you??
This is my way of saying that I would have accepted an invitation to a friggin’ New Years Eve hot dog eating contest at this point.
It’ll be cool to see people. But can I just say that every person I’ve run into from high school looked really, really old! Maybe it’s the poor jean choices. Maybe it’s the hairdos. Maybe it’s that they all had kids already. Regardless, I have to say that I look a wee-bit fresher than the other girls, even Jeanette, the token boob job recipient in town (who should have saved herself the trouble and spent the dough on rhinoplasty, but ‘aint that always the way?) Lest you think that this is some kind of conceited rant and that I’ve grown too full of myself, and really, how old could a group of twenty-something’s possibly look? I have two words for you…. SPIRAL PERM…
And with that vision dancing around in your head, I shall leave you. I wish you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
