i came to a realization when i got home from work the other night. now, this might come as a horrifying shock to some of you, but i can be a little on the bitchy side sometimes. i know, right? can you believe it? surely i jest. stick with me.

i bought someone a drink that night. he was a melancholy man with an awful hairpiece who sat up in the front of the room at a table all by himself. he had bought the entire bar a drink in hopes that someone would join him. nobody did. (granted, there were a total of three other people there.) drunk and lonely, he smoked his menthols and stared hopelessly into his drink. it was like a billy joel song.

so when i brought him his sixth whiskey/coke, he reached for his bills, and, on impulse, i said, "this one's on me." he broke into a grin and told me that i made his night. he said some other quite sleazy things to me, but that's beside the point.

the point is that i did something nice for someone i don't even know, and it made me realize that i had been rather snippy and bitchy for the last week to pretty much everyone, for no real reason. cheer up, anniemosity! life's good, and you're turning over a new nicer and more generous leaf. chill.

so my preemptive new year's resolution is to be a little less of a bitch. i'll still be one snarky, sassy gal, but with a little less hostility and malevolence.

in other news, i learned the hard way not to leave things in my cupboard when i'm away from home for extended periods of time. i opened up my cupboard yesterday to find this:




my onion sprouted some kind of ceremonial headdress. it was quite a shocker. i didn't know that onions could do that, but i will never underestimate them again.

also, now that it is officially the second of december, it is the big day that two of my amazing and beautiful friends are twenty-one years of age. (oddly enough, they both lived with me at one point. coincidence, or fate?)



first of all, kristen pederson (of "the untitled kristen pederson experience" fame). she's as "lovely as leap year" and thinks i'm funny when i curse. i love you baby -- and so does flava flaaaaaaaaav!



secondly, dave "drunky mctrash" hauer is also 21. i will never forget your underage antics, dave -- nakedly jumping over bonfires (and the consequent burning of your favorite boxers), naked upside-down grain belt chugging, and, of course, your eight different laughs. i love you man.

also, once i find my photoshop installation disc (that i've been searching frantically for all afternoon) i will be able to complete my new layout. i thank everyone for their suggestions. (see, that was me being nice! it's kicking in already.)