It's TOO FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE. I'm not going anywhere tonight. Me, hot chocolate and the TiVO makes three.

Last night was a good/rediculous time. I have windburn on my face, which is not fun. Carlos did a good set, and as such I have spent most of today dancing around my apartment to "warm leatherette" and cursing my piece of shit internet connection which stays up for two hours and then goes away again, back for five, down again. I need to call Dell later and give them a piece of my mind. Or maybe I could just call Ben Curtis (dude...). Ha! Too bad about him... or maybe not. I think I have a shirt belonging to him. My cat sleeps on it now.

In other not as profound news, I haven't made out with anyone in a while and yet have been going out more than I ever have in my life. My friend Alok actually told me he was envious of my lifestyle, and he has a really well paying job and a sweet apartment all upper east side style. That made me feel somewhat better about myself.

Didn't I say I wasn't going to ramble about my life in here? Oops...

Where is my roommate? She's out with her metrosexual friend I think... or maybe she's trying to win a date with that Tad Hamilton....