“Cuz I’m the coldest bitch you know…”

New mantra, new mindset

♫ Amanda Blank ft. Lykke Li – “Leaving You Behind”

Frolicking.

Sick day. Getting in the spirit. Xmas card practice @ Chrissy Fields. Freezing my booties off. Bumcake lunches. Great (un)expectations, and since it was left unsaid … hi. Because I know you’re reading this.

Merry Christmas $hannon Elaine!

I’m not going to front like I don’t spoil myself rotten – BT$ for life, my dudes – but I’m giving myself a very special present for ‘09. The gift of permanent ink! I’ve been going back and forth with the whole tattoo dilemma for years now, because that shit is forever and I’m a commitmentphobe. Remember all those piercings I used to have? Now removed from my face, save my nose ring which will follow me to my grave, but the idea of something on my body forever is scary. Will I like this ten years from now? Will this shit look stupid if I get fat after popping out some kidlets?

will it hurt?

Anywhozzles, I’ve worked long and hard this year, which should come to fruition via my bank account soon, so I’m sucking it up and taking the plunge. And who better to decorate my body than M.C. MOTHERFUCKING Escher himself, the man who has mesmerized me since I could pronounce the word tessellate. The girl who buys herself everything only wants this (okay, and maybe this and this – STILL) and come the New Year, I’m gonna be down with the MCE para siempre!

Thankful.

I know that I was being a fucking Debbie Downer earlier, but I was sure this holiday season was going to be a total bummer and I was not looking forward to it at all. Luckily for me, I’m very often wrong, because I had the BEST MOTHERFUCKING TIME EVER.  The Deets:

Extended bonding/12 hour car rides. Thanksgiving Day. Meats. Hitting the brand new treadmill. Black Friday on accident. DJ Hero for me and the broham. Pollo Asada Fries. Discovering the new house has a backyard so fucking amazing I just might move back to the 19.04 to throw carne asadas every weekend. “Say Yes to the Dress” marathon con mi madre. Grandparentals <3<3<3. San Diego Rep Season tickets – go see “The Seafarer” at the Lyceum, some culture for that azz. Yardhouse. Delirium and hundreds of dollar bar tabs. Teeny Tiny Maria. Bar fights and broke bitches. [insert the shit show that followed - I've heard stories but I was blackout-drunk, so we'll pretend that that didn't really happen]. Wings & Things, natch. SD 43 – KC 14. Hungover car rides back to the bay.  Best short trip ever.

I am rejuvinated.

♫ Lykke Li – “Breaking it Up”

They told me I couldn’t wear jeans to work, so I stopped wearing pants altogether.

The last topic of today’s staff meeting was work attire and reinstating jeans as work appropriate. YAYAYAYAYAYAY.

But I guess the point is kinda moot since I just bought a pair of Dickies because I was afraid of the creeping winter chill. Still though … jeans, man, jeans.

“I can sing a song so blue…”

Almost like clockwork, I sit here feeling choked up and on the verge of tears, for what reason, I have no clue, and yet here I am, alone in my thoughts, sad on this cold fall day.

Holy shit that sounds melodramatic. More bleeding hearts after the jump!