Tell me what it is, baby don't be shy.

New years was great. Although, I now remember why I *don't* drink like that anymore. Cripes, I still feel like crapola. (how did I do that crap every night?) Pretty worth it, though. Good food, good friends, good times. Rang in the new year talkin to my baby and laughing - what's better than that? There will be pictures, because I looked slam-dunk fabulous.

Drove my car straight into a ditch, and then into a fence, in the snowstorm - that was fun. I'm fine, and the car's not damaged, just scratched. Boo. Thank god for the fence, though, otherwise I could have kept sliding.

For some reason, I'm craving the R&B lately.

Also, Tom comes home in...43 hours. yay!