No fatties

I've been listening to my old Toni Braxton cds lately. How embarassing. Don't. Tell. Anyone. I listen to her croon while I do my dishes. Nostalgia? Maybe, but christ, nostalgia is for weiners.

Musically, things are a whirlwind of awesome. We just got a lot of dough, and tomorrow Andrew and I have an important, long awaited meeting. eeeee! Yeeee!

My sweetie's bandvan asploded so he's still stuck in Toronto. This blows. Fudgey and I have been holdin' it down though. Everytime I miss him, I start to clean/organize things. So at least his absence has been productive.

I've been thinking a lot about New Years resolutions lately. Really, this is just so I can put off things I should be doing now, for another month, i.e. "managing" my money or ...flossing.

Pfft flossing.

Fuck flossing!

Tonight: Beardo-Jen trainwreck karaoke.