How many of you here have seen the movie Ocean's Eleven?  Well, if you haven't, skip reading the rest of this paragraph and go out and rent the movie.  It's a good flick, worth seeing.  But for those of you who have, you know that scene where the Black British guy is watching the building being imploded on TV, and you can see the thing actually falling down in real life through the windows behind him in the background?  Well, if you don't remember, that's what the scene was.

Well, to make a long story longer, last night I was watching the fireworks over the Seattle Space Needle on TV and trying to figure out why my TV was having such a strange echo.  At about the same time, I happened to look out my window and realized that the strange echo wasn't my TV.

Now, I like to think that I am a relatively intelligent person.  Relative being the operative word here.  And for some reason, it had never occurred to me that if you can see the space needled from your window during daylight hours, it stands to reason that when they're shooting fireworks off the thing at night, that you'll also be able to see that.  Don't worry, after I made my discover (and in my defense, it was only about one minute into the fireworks), I proceeded to turn off the television and just watch the fireworks out of my window.

Now, the kinda sad and pathetic thing was that I had to be all by myself while watching these things.  I've been single now for a year...the longest I've been single since I was about fifteen.  Sure, there have been some guys around, but no one that's actually been the "boyfriend," or for that matter, who's wanted to be.  Granted, though, this isn't entirely for any failure on my part to find a boyfriend.  Honestly, I haven't been looking, or guys who have presented themselves (creepy bible-thumping Christian white guy my brother says reminds him of a fish) have just been too nauseating to even contemplate.  Normally, I'm Ok with the fact that the closest thing I have to a man in my life right now is my boss who is just about as infuriating as a boyfriend, but it's different on New Years.  And as much as I try and avoid all this Hallmark fake sentimentality, I'm just gettin' sick and tired of sleeping by myself!  (Hell, at all else it's winter and gettin' kinda cold out.)  jk

But complaints and accounts of my selective stupidity aside, HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone, and I hope you look forward to dealing with me in 2005 as much as I look foward to annoying you all.  Think about it this way, though, most people who try to commit suicide are eventually successful, and I'm up to three tries, so eventually I may be checking out of all this, so just enjoy my company while I'm around.  Take care, and peace out!