Eat My Star Dust, Sucka

Some people inspire you, others just get you down.

You know what I'm talking about. That friend you have that motivates you to be creative just by being around. Or that guy you dated once that got you off the couch and actually doing things. There have been very few people whom I have been in relationships with, friendship or otherwise, that have given me that extra boost of energy and way too many that did exactly the opposite. Just like Mario Kart, actually, I've run into people that are like the stars and been mauled by a banana peel or one of those stupid lightning bolts that make you small and slow. Did I just use a video game analogy? Fuck me.

Well, none of that matters anymore. I've gotta be my own *gag*cheerleader*gag* and self-starter. All of you suckers who need somebody to make you feel good about yourselves, jumping desperately from one fuck to another, well that ain't me. I'm gonna keep being awesome all by myself, because the truth is, you've just been cramping my style and playing catch up.

I'm ahead and I won't be looking back.

Baby, Let's Grow Old Together

Apparently, my body hates fun. How do I know this? Well, it likes to punish me after I have any. So, after four straight days of holiday parties, including two extremely crazy nights of sparkly tights, roller skates and cheesy beadwork, I've had three straight days of bed-ridden misery.

Things can only get better, though, so unless I get run over by a bus in the next few days, I'm gonna try to stay positive. I'll make a list to cheer me up:

3 Things That Made Me Go "Yay!" This Weekend

1. Seth and Christine's ugly sweaters... I can't get over how fucking cute those were and I hate cats.

                                                           Photo by Andrew?

2. Family photos in front of the fireplace, I couldn't have anticipated how great they'd turn out.

 

Photo by Tom Fleming

3. What happens when I'm turned inside out... I'm a lot more young and hip than I expected...

This Year I'm In Tears

Maybe it's the fancy new apartment, maybe it's the fact my new roomie, Lisa, goes all out on Christmas and has decorated our new place with just about everything you can find in the holiday section at the dollar store--along with a very classy tree, I might add--whatever it is, I've definitely got some holiday spirit this year.

I wasn't really into holiday music until a few years ago when someone I dated brought me around through their sing-along qualities. Now that I have a car (YES I HAVE A CAR!!!) and can listen to the radio on my way to work, I've been taking full advantage of the around-the-clock carol channels, along with Pandora's holiday stations.

What I've come to realize? Well, having a boyfriend this time of year would sure help with the deep sighs that unconsciously come out of me every time I hear these songs:








I guess all I can really do is add to Lisa's decorations by peppering our apartment with mistletoe...