A few hours ago I tried importing all the posts from my old Blogger blog (all 66 of them) into this one. And as I was painstakingly rearranging the newly imported posts, categories and tags, I realized that a majority of those articles were from a past life. A life that has long left me behind. A life I’ve tried hard to leave and only partially succeeded. And as I gave cursory reads to some of the posts, I kept going back to that place that I’m desperately trying to forget. And on an impulse to do something wild, I hit delete. JUST LIKE THAT. I clicked delete. BOOM! And did it make me feel better? I don’t know. I can’t tell yet.
I suddenly remembered a promise I made to a coworker to bestow on her pseudo Internet celebrity status. So Shonan, as you enjoy the delicious tiramisu from Hot & Crusty flanked by your birthday presents- the hunky Edward and Jacob, I hope that someday my blog hits superstardom and you shall thereby be immortalized in the annals of the Internets.
Shonan with Edward and Jacob
My New Year celebrations were surprisingly fabulous. After spending the last few hours of 2009 at my pal D’s apartment, I bounced to another house party where I barely knew more than 3 people. The roads were slushy. I wasn’t dressed appropriately enough for a party. And that last shot of patron was starting to kick in. Oh and not to mention, this was my FIRST EVER party that was busted by cops! Kinda lame, I know, since I’m like all of 25. But fuck you.
Yes! That's my buddy KB partying like a rockstar!
