Reboot / Dakota Sunday, January 1, 2006 [ banter 4 ]

Me, a buddy, and about 500 other shiny happy people laughing partied up together @ Wish 26 in the Flatiron district last night to close out 2005 in the right away. What a party indeed: open bar, VIP treatment (it's good to work in the industry), and the music was great --- I love when DJ's aren't afraid to play things NOT that popular anymore. When I heard "Poison" by Bell Biv Devoe blasting from the walls, I knew we were in good hands. The clock struck 12:00AM and I rang in the new year just as deliciously as I did last year. Also kissed a hot boy. Oh, and a hot girl. Figured I'd cover all my bases this year.

New Years Eve 2005

I only stayed @ the party for awhile, just long enough to have a great time and be glad I braved the snowy rain, got dressed up, and left my apartment. I plan to spend less time @ home this year, a lot less time waiting for things in general. The worst thing I can imagine is spending ANY time this year thinking about how 2005 was better, so I plan to keep myself occupied and pursue new things that will make me happy. I just need to find out what those things are, which is another goal. Basically, the plan is to not get bored in 2006.

By the way, the results of that blog contest are in and WHAM --- I lost. Lost HARD, too. How cool is it that I didn't even place? Nothing like failure to start 2006 off right proper. You can still read my interview with Best Gay Blogs. I love that my mindless chatter is followed by a review they did on a serious journalist who wrote so movingly about being gay bashed this year... and then you see my foolass prattling on about the sex I wish was having with Chad Michael Murray. It all just makes my irrelevancy resoundingly clear, kind of like after I see a Dakota Fanning movie. The bitch is 11yrs old and bares her fucking soul so diabolically that it makes me weep and contemplate a candle-lit evening in the bathtub with a razorblade --- just so I can make more room in this world for all of her pain. Maybe this will be the year I get out from under her control. This could even be the year I find a new passion. Or maybe, just maybe, this will be the year I begin mopping behind my fridge. I know it sounds crazy but it's a brand new year, winners, and we can't rule anything out.

I'm excited.

Hey, I made a wish @ midnight. A real one. I'll let you know in a year if it came true.

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