Here's to another goddamn New Year

Okay. Enough is enough I guess. I have been told from many, MANY people to ressurect my blog. I realised that I do my best writing when I am single, bitter and resentful.

So here I am. Bitter and resentful, party of one, your table is ready.

No, now, let's be realistic. I am not THAT bitter. Yes, okay, the end of 2006 was really shit. Yes, if it wasn't for my sunny disposition and sense of humor, I would have gone completely off the deep end. Alas, I am a scrappy little thing and managed to keep my wits about me.

To get everyone up to date and to keep records straight from my last post, Michael and I broke up. I could get into the long winded explanation but let's just say that all of my predictons came true et ca suffit.

Suffice to say I am now trying to get back into the world of dating, which is a trainwreck of epic proportions. Like, for example, I was asked out by this 30 year old PR guy for martinis. I meet up with him and instead of martini night, it was wine flight night... well, okay, that's fine, right? So he starts talking and I can't believe how boring this guy is. He's talking about mortgages and then I realise: he is wearing pleated khakis.

PLEATED KHAKIS.

He then goes on to tell me that he doesn't like anything but beer. So why then, pray tell, did you ask me out for martinis? Look, jerk. If you like beer, that's fine! Ask me out for a beer. Don't try to impress me with your wine and martinis and then look at me disdainfully when I say I like gin and tonics.

I really should not be all that surprised. He is thirty, from Wisconsin... of COURSE he likes beer and of COURSE he was wearing pleated khakis. I should really have just been pleased that he wasn't wearing camo or something.

So here we go again. Everyday my life is filled with drama and shenans, I might as well write it down hey?

La vita e bella.

Cheers.