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I did get some fabulous drunk DMs/texts last night, but nothing juicy. You failed me, Twitterverse. Going to cry myself to sleep. |
One of my ultimate mellow out songs? "Push Up Ya Lighter," by The Roots. Man, it doesn't get better than The Roots sometimes. |
My Twitter happiness score? 515. I'm "Pretty Happy." Fair enough. It must not know what to make of my vague tweets. www.happytweets.com |
Okay, so I lied. I resolved to do more this year than to stop vague tweeting. We all knew I wasn't gonna make that one happen anyway. |
@longstation, no talk of those French-fried pieces of heaven. I ran 3 miles & I'm drinking a smoothie, and you're gonna make me ruin it all! |
http://twitpic.com/yuvl - Smoothies at my house! |
If that was my reward for not getting wasted last night, I'll take it. |
Yeah, I kicked your ass, Memorial Park. And don't forget it. |
I have missed absolutely nothing about the foam roller! As unpleasant as always. |
Yeah, no time like the present. I've got two races to train for. I'm stretching and going running. |
While I would love to go running, I'm going to grant myself this final afternoon of laziness. I got things to do in 2009, baby. But not yet. |
I made one resolution, and one resolution only. And I already broke it. Oh well. Better luck next year! |
OH: I love you, and that's never gonna change. Dad. |
What?! Two keys at once?! |
http://twitpic.com/yr6a - PIE FAIL! Way to go @magsmac. |
Wow. Look, don't be snarky. You won; don't push it. |
I have had a series of the weirdest, most disturbing dreams this morning. One made me fear death, and one just put fear in my heart. |
The tweets at this time of night (morning?) are priceless. Quick, someone drunk DM me your deepest, darkest secret! |
I have spent all but three of my New Year's Eves in EST. Well, since 1988, that is. |
Does anyone ever get the impression that New Year's Eve is like a reprise of Valentine's Day? |
