This Year is Already Better Than Last Year

But then it didn't take much.

I kissed a very cute boy on New Year's Eve. Then he made out with the waitress for 5 minutes, but I'm willing to overlook it. She kissed literally everyone in the bar, including me. Hey, New Year's Eve.

Anyway, I don't have to give the boy a blog nickname since my wonderful friends were thoughtful enough to tag him with one of their own. So, uh, Wolfman and I have a date on Wednesday. Which, whatever, he's totally hot. He looks sorta like Jason Lee, and that bitch is so saucy people write songs about him an' shit:


See?

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I also like him. Day-um.

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In less happy news, I quit smoking. No, for reals this time, assholes. I'm turning the mega 3-0 this year and I always told myself I'd never be thirty and smoking. If nothing else, my vanity requires it. Hey Sliver, you still in?

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Crazy Michigan Guy is baaaaaaaaack. He not only called to wish me a Merry Stalkmas, he also sent me a Stalkmas present. Since it's that sweet Bettie Serveert CD I've been wanting, I won't be able to treat it with the scorn a gift from a guy you never really dated who nevertheless thinks you're his soulmate and won't go away and somehow found out where you live and keeps asking for your shoe size truly deserves. Darn.

[NOTE: The upcoming Bettie also sounds friggin' awesome. Go listen to it in the multimedia part of their website. The "Lover I Don't Have to Love" Bright Eyes cover is so good I could pee. Bettie S'll be at the Abbey on Feb 12 if anyone wants to go with me. No, not you, Crazy Michigan Guy. Anyone else? Anyone? Beuller?]

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Here's a list of legit charities providing tsunami relief. With an estimated 5 million people left homeless, Habitat sounds like a good bet. Hey, why not send them the $9 you were going to spend on The Life Aquatic until it got such shitty reviews? I am.