girlordinary

Oh 2006. How you fucked me so.
I had my heart broken twice by the same douche bag.
Say it with me....
'Du-chay-bag' - it sounds French.
I went 11 months without sex because I thought I'd, you know, save it for someone worthwhile. I thought I'd change it up - you know... stop whoring it up and be a good girl and maybe I'd meet a good guy.
Yeah he broke my heart too. Better now than later.

I'm drinking wine from the bottle. The Sparkletini isn't so sparkly anymore. It's kind of flat.

I've got this James Bond, "Casino Royale" themed NYE party tomorrow night. I have this crazy skimpy dress and I found a garter belt and I bought real stockings... I bought some chunky retro jewelry to match my retro dress...
I've got fun MAC makeup to play with... the only thing I'm missing is shoes... I can't seem to find shoes to go with this dress.
OH! And I'm in the poker game... they've got a game going before the 'party' party so that should be fun. I have a feeling it's going to be me and like 10 dudes. I'll probably be the only female.
That's ok. I could use some hot guy attention. Maybe I'll score someone cute to smooch at midnight.
The lesson that I need to learn is that this time of year is bad for me. Each significant relationship that I've been in has ended horribly around this time of year. So yeah. Lesson learned Jenn. Lesson learned.

2007 is the year of the pig. Here's to bacon.