Every year I write this sort of introspective summary of the past year. Normally, I do it on December 31, but here it is January 1, 2003 and I am only now writing it. But that’s because I’m in denial that it’s 2003, so shhh, don’t ruin my disillusionment. If you want to see the last two years, they’re here and here.
I bought a digital camera. I took a lot of dumb pictures. And some nice ones too.
I found a Hootchie Mama Store and bought two pairs of pleather pants. I found out that pleather is a material best left to Mustang car seats and barstools, as I alternated sweated and froze my fine round bottom off in those pants.
I’ve been to Georgia and California’ but I’ve never been to me.
I communed with my inner hippy child at Whole Foods. I communed with my inner Diva at the Prescriptives makeup counter. I communed with my inner snob in a Lincoln LS.
I spent an afternoon at a spa getting a facial, manicure and pedicure for $200. I spent another afternoon at a beauty college getting the same thing for $20. The spa was infinitely better.
I went to a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. I went to a leather shop in Haight Asbury. I spent too much money at Torrid.
I lost a dear kitty.
I went from having met zero diary readers to having met more than I can count. I was a guest at the Rancho Lesbiano. I saw Sars’s tomato tattoo, got swatted by JenFu, fawned over Pamie, agreed to be MoPie’s best friend (don’t worry, you’re still my BESTEST friend, which trumps the “best friend” title without question) and want to be just like Anna Beth when I grow up. I can’t wait to meet more!
Penny, Carissa and I went golfing, shopping, eating, dancing, and drunkenly shopping for vibrators together. Thankfully, not all on the same day. Never underestimate the power of a good friend. Or a good chilito.
I pretended to be an icon.
I tried caviar and liked it. I tried pate and had to admit that it DOES taste like meat butter. I ate a chili dog and frozen orange drink at the Varsity in Atlanta. I had some kind of sizzling soup thing in Chinatown. I ate grits in Kentucky. With sugar. I realized that corn dogs at a county fair are a thing meant only for the cast iron stomach of a good old boy.
I saw Sheryl Crow and Michelle Branch live in concert and was impressed. I saw Journey and haven’t stopped believing. I saw Dave Matthews and am now ruined for anyone else.
I ate a warm Krispy Kreme and am now ruined for any other donut.
I am still addicted to the Sims. I know some of my Sims better than I know some of my relatives.
My kitchen got bigger by 78 square feet. It’s still not done.
I cut off all of my hair and streaked it with red and blonde. Then I streaked it red and brown. Then I dyed my entire head red with chocolate streaks.
I watched Bring It On four times. And did the dance steps.
I had my very first e-lationship.
I discovered that with enough Malibu and Diet Coke, I become the hottest chick in the bar.
I said goodbye to the HissyFit forums, and said hello to 3WA and Math+1, thanks to Jelias.
I took a new position. I became very important. And so did my free time.
I got a tan. I got hives. I painted my toenails blue. I spent more time out of my clothes than in them this summer.
I faced one of my biggest dreams and decided that I would take the risk of seeing it not succeed. Even now, I’m impressed that I was brave enough to leap.
On recommendation of a good friend, I joined NetFlix. And I adopted a TiVo named Ricky Fitts. As God as my witness I never had to go to the video store again!
I discovered that I like Starbucks coffee. And chopped cherry jam on some nice toasted sourdough is just about as close to heaven as you can get.
I had pneumonia three times. I stopped chewing my nails. I decided that I was becoming more comfortable in my own skin. I lost 55 pounds.
I bought a Rockstar jacket, Hottie Jeans, a Pimp Shirt, a Dayam!Bra, and Slutty Ho lipstick. I’m afraid to wear this things at the same time for fear that I might explode with the resulting hotness.
I laughed, I cried, and yes, I peed my pants. I danced a little, I worked a lot, I cleaned and played and swam and explored and created and all of those other things that fill up our hours upon hours so that we don’t realize that a year has passed until people haul out the Dick Clark aging jokes. So there it is. Another year gone and this one just beginning. My wish is that it’s half as rich as 2002 because if it is, I absolutely cannot wait to see what happens next.
