make me hate the week even more!

I had my first shot at this popular restaurant gig this weekend. Had a great time working it with my teacher and another dancer, so hopefully the owner approved of me and will have me come back. He paid for my grape leaves, so I take that as a good sign. Katy said he liked blondes with big boobs, neither or which describe me, so I padded my coin bra and tried to flirt with him as much as possible. I had fun, got tons of compliments, and one of the cutest little girls alive danced with me. So it would be pretty cool if this turns into a regular thing.

And then I went to one of my favorite bars and met up with this guy who's been MIA for awhile. And he sang a few songs with the band. And he was great and the band was great and it was way more fun than I thought it would be and as fun as I hoped it would be.

And yesterday my apartment was in shambles with jewelry and hair pins and clothing discarded all over the place and the details are all foggy but thank god none of the vital info is and I'm in a generally optimistic mood. So it would be pretty cool if this turns into a regular thing.

It's not you, it's me.

Just felt like taking the blame while also managing to make you feel like shit.

No clue what prompted this...just thought it was funny.

So this year is about over. Pause for the necessary reflection before waxing my legs and heading out to buy cheap champagne.

I went to bartending school and became a Licensed Mixologist. Shut up.

I had to buy a new car. Car is cool. Car payments suck.

My ex-roommate and I watched all of Buffy and Angel on DVD in a couple months...totally against my will at first and now it's my guilty pleasure. Shut up.

I got laid off.

My Summer of Loose Morals. I blame the April-September gig at the Machine Room in Great American Ballpark. Drinking, smoking, promiscuity, crazy sleep patterns, rooftop skinny dipping with professional athletes, and other assorted vices. Fucking Reds.

Got a tattoo. A veritable tramp stamp.

Roommate moved to Kansas, leaving me to commit my acts of debauchery and drunkenness in solitude, without scrutiny. And she took the cat! Awesome.

Went to the Smoky Mountains.

Bought a scimitar.

Went to Denver.

Stopped getting bad haircuts.

Got fired from the biker bar.

Learned to embrace my horridly tacky sense of style.

Tried flounder. Changed my life.

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Now for 2006...

Find a real job! Or move to Denver and find one there.

Focus on fitness. Really the key to becoming a better dancer, not to totally discount the Great Spirit or my womb or the divine light or anything...ok, yeah. I discount those.

Do what it takes to be and look awesome for the performance at Spirit of the Tribes in April.

Try to spend less stupid money.

Have fun without killing myself!

Is this where I write a bunch of insightful and introspective musings about myself and world around me? And everyone cares and gives me props and leaves me positive feedback? Is this the way I get daily validation?

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