WELL, MAYBE I HAD THE RIGHT IDEA ALL ALONG. . .

Your Dating Resolution: Work on Yourself First

That's right. It's more about you than any guy you date.

Take a year (or at least a few months) off from dating.

Read more books. Make more friends. Get a makeover.

The happier you are, the better guy you'll get.

Cliché, but true.




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HRM. I'M NOT SURE IF I SHOULD BE OFFENDED, OR DEVISING A PLAN OF ATTACK. . .

Your New Year's Resolution Should Be: Marry For Money!

Most your relationships end in a flash

So you might as well be in it for cash



What's *Your* New Year's Resolution?

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WELL, IT'S A START. . .

Things that have changed this week:

1) I haven't had any soda or caffeine since Sunday. Lots of water, though. (And, lots of free Bud Light left from the party at my house on Saturday. I couldn't resist)

2) Although I was smoking like a chimney yesterday, I only had three cigs left this morning. Wish me luck, they should be my last.

3) I signed up for The National Body Challenge this morning. A free three-month Bally's membership, and the chance to be on TV? How can I resist? Now, I just need to find a workout buddy to keep my lazy ass in gear. Any takers, dear readers?

4) Had some issues with my impending resignation at Remy's. More on that later; right now, I'm off to shower, and get to work at SLUH.

And all this *before* New Year's. Pretty impressive for a procrastinator like me. Let's see if I keep up with it, eh, kids?

WOW. EVEN *I* DIDN'T KNOW I WAS THIS MUCH OF A NERD . . .

Why, do you ask? Because I'm watching a round-table discussion of the Bar Association of Metropolitan Saint Louis.

Gotta love public access.

UPDATE, AFTER TEN MINUTES OF WATCHING: Apparently, this is like a "law primer" for the non-lawyer. Gawd, these people are boring. I'd hate to see them in the courtroom. And you'd think that a legal group would have better equipment. I think our high school public access show was better edited. Oy.

UGH. WHAT A TRIP THIS HAS BEEN.

Holiday Party at Remy's: The night that wouldn't end. Met the woman who got the marketing job. A bit more of a slap in the face than a rejection letter, definitely. I'm thinking my time there is done. After the holiday party, we headed to Nick's Pub, and then Pop's. Then Courtesy Diner. I'm home at 7:30 am. My dumb ass decided to take a "nap" before work; I didn't hear my alarm; I woke up at 12:30. I called in, and didn't get a response; I'm assuming (and hoping) that my manager just went ahead and made the banks for tomorrow and Friday morning; I'll find out when I go in, I guess. Cross your fingers that I'm still employed by Monday morning.

I spent the day cleaning like a madman. I'm hopped up on caffeine, and can't sleep.

Oh, and I talked to Tony online tonight. Ugh. For some reason, he still gets to me. *sigh* Just in time for the holidays, my relationship self-esteem meter, which was slowly working its way back up, has plummeted slightly. Oy.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

[Listening to: Haven - Say Something - (03:22)]

A FEW QUICKIES BEFORE BED:

Keith Olbermann and the writers of Countdown, I love you. The writing just seems to be getting better with time.

Interesting article about some possible competition for Job #2. Quite a bit of the crew (I recognized two of four in the accompanying photo) are taken from former Remy's Staff.

Confusing. Men are confusing. Nothing too bad, but this evening left me slightly perplexed.

PARIS HILTON

I can't believe it. Someone sent me the link, and sure enough, here it is. Both Mirror Site 2 and Mirror Site 4 actually work. I can't believe this is such a big deal, because the quality is really crappy. I thought I'd post it, but not on my blog! Get it while it's hot, I guess.

HRM. NO OPTIONS IF YOU'VE ALREADY HAD A THREESOME. . . OR TWO, OR THREE.

You Should Have a Threesome

You are sure to be a threesome pro (even if you're a first timer)

You're considering having a threesome for the right reasons

Not as a quick fix for a dull sex life or bad relationship

So grab the nearest hottie, and bring him or her into your bedroom

As long as your partner is game - you're sure to have a good time

Be safe, considerate, and don't end up sleeping in the wet spot :-)



Should You Have a Threesome?

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I SHOULD *REALLY* START CALLING AHEAD. . .

So, tonight I go into work.

For less than an hour.

For the third time in a week.

I think I'm actually losing money, when you include parking and gas, and the frustration of driving in Clayton Traffic.

At least I get to watch Ed.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. . .

As the lovely Jen has reminded me, check out Jack Bog's Buck-A-Hit Day and help support the less fortunate in the Portland area. It's easier than those red buckets of the Salvation Army, without all the monotonous bell-ringing.

Oh yeah, and if you're curious to see if the Bogdanski family is reaching their 1,000 hits goal, scricktey-scroll all the way down, for a check at his sitemeter.

OK, I'VE DECIDED ON A NEW STRATEGY. . .

Instead of boring you with a play-by-play of my remaining days in London, I think I'll summarize instead. Seriously, rereading my posts, I'm damned near ready to fall asleep. So, instead of a play-by-play, lists fit my laziness much better.

Basically, there were a few surprises:

1) The Earl of Sandwich knew what he was doing. London's got a lot of pre-fab sandwich shops, and many of the combinations were delightful.

2) Nearly all gay men in London are named Steve. We met three in five nights.

3) Surprisingly, most of the younger generation and business professionals have pretty good teeth.

4) There's nothing more funny than hearing a drunk Brit yell out into the street as you walk past, "Via con Dios, you bastards!"

5) Additionally, if you talk about sex in the Tube station, you might get goosed in the behind by a very short old woman and her umbrella. She, however, had bad teeth.

I'm sure there will be more fun soon to come, complete with pictures that Greg and Robert took. Tonight after work, I'm planning on reworking on that damned MT installation.


Ok, that's all for now. I need food, laundry to attend to, and a few calls to make. I'm damned near done with the afore-mentioned Newsweek article, so expect some ranting later today.

REBEL WITH A CAUSE:

Before I continue on what might be a boring laundry list of things we did in London, you should know, dear readers, that I took a "me" day today. I've got lots of laundry, straightening up, etc. to catch up on, and I know that today was going to be a pretty easy day at work. Plus, I didn't sleep well last night, and today starts a long week or so of doing double time at both jobs. Thursday and Friday at Job #1, and Wednesday through Sunday at Job #2. Additionally, I've got a few resumes I need to send out, so I figured I can get 'em all done today. Keep your fingers crossed.

[Listening to: Stephen Lynch - My First Love Song - - (02:40)]

AND NOW, THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. . .

or, at least Jen. It's a long one, so bear with me. (*giggle*)

Wednesday:

I'm hella excited, and can't wait to get out of work (partially, because, being the procrastinator that I am, I had laid out my clothes, but hadn't *actually* packed. Is anyone really surprised?), but am stuck until 2:30. Fume, fume, fume.

I rush, and get ready to be dropped off at the metrolink station. Of course, Dad's drunk, "but he's still here, take me to the airport." Mom nixed that idea, and I finally get to the airport, expecting it to be full of crowds running around like headless chickens. Instead, it's dead. We're talking slightly above tumbleweeds and crickets dead. But, while I'm there, I decided to get book onto a different flight, about an hour earlier. It's a longer layover in Chicago, but it's nice on the off chance I get stuck.

And then: our pilot's seat belt has "malfunctioned," so we're stuck in the plane, for over an hour. Most of the people there were not happy, as it was their last chance to connect to other flights. So I ended up at O'Hare 25 minutes later than I would have, had I stayed on the original flight. With the time I didn't save, I probably would've remembered to pack a) the three disposable cameras I meant to bring, and b) toothpaste. All well, such is life.

So, I get settled, and meet a nice cute girl, Victoria (or Vicki) that keeps me preoccupied in conversation for most of the flight. (Which reminds me, I need to send her a thank you card for the lovely time)

Thursday:

I'm now officially in a different country! I check in through customs, and go directly, without passing go, to the designated smoking section outside, to smoke like a chimney.

I tried to call ma mere but, apparently, my debit card wouldn't work in the phone. Sadly, while trying to call her, I left a copy of Posner's Sex and Reason somewhere in Heathrow. And with no Bookcrossing sticker. A damned shame.

So, I make it to the hotel with no problems, and experience my first ride on the Tube. I make it to our hotel, where I find out that Greg, Robert, and Derek have made it safely, and are lunching and/or napping. So, I grab a quick bite to eat, and just wind down, after calling Mom to let her know I made it alright. (My parents are worriers, and not much for airplane traveling, btw)

The boys get back, we explore for a bit, then head to LeHore for some decent Indian food. Our original plan: nap for a bit, then head out to the bars in SoHo. The reality: We all fell asleep, and woke up the next morning. So much for that idea, eh?

(This original post was planned on being much longer, and written much earlier, but I had some duties as a good friend to attend to, so I think I'll continue this tomorrow morning before work. You're right, Jen. I am a blog-tease!)

[Listening to: Evanescence - October - (06:27)]

FOR THAT LARGE BANK OF GORE SUPPORTERS. . .

You've now got your official choice for president. It's Howard Dean, apparently. Initial reaction from Joe Lieberman: "What a schmuck. . ."

[Listening to: Stripper - lords of acid - farstucker (03:37)]

HEHE. AND BY REQUEST. . .

Tonight, with my large pile of laundry and clutter reaching full capacity, I'll be getting back into the blog groove. I'll have a recap of my London trip, as well as a random smattering of holiday fun, and some fun commentary about the current cover of Newsweek.

The funniest thing about my London recap: it took about three or four days of normalcy back in the States for me to actually have a clear memory of everything we actually did. Every day, I'd remember something else we did that I'd forgotten to mention to those at work and home that we anxious to hear all about it. Odd, eh?

[Listening to: Injected with a Poison (Digital Orgasm Rave) - Lords of Acid (Praga Kahn) - (03:15)]

HRM. ME THINKS THIS MIGHT BE THE PERFECT TIME TO APPLY.

In this morning's weekly employment alert from STLToday.com, I found this ad. I think with the very possible newspaper strike looming ahead, 'tis not a bad idea. I'm usually not a picket crosser, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[Listening to: Speedracer Porn Mix - Lords of Acid - Etc (06:18)]

REALLY? I DIDN'T NOTICE AT ALL. . .

Note for those of you who've been hit by the traveling bug (like yours truly): Go to a place where the dollar is strong to avoid shock when you return, and balance your checkbook. Of course, it seems the options are limited these days. Road trip to Canada, anyone?

[Listening to: Let Me See Your Pussy - lords of acid - (04:04)]