So there’s this new hottie @ the front desk, Cutie.  She started about 3 weeks ago, with a whole slew of new girls… but she’s like, um REALLY cute.  Brown girl.  Tiny, curvy, pretty, GORGEOUS smile.  Very chill vibe, sweet personality.  We never work the same shifts together… but I remember helping her out some during her training, we danced together @ the Christmas party, and the last few times I’ve seen her she’s always like, so smiley and touchy and (dare I say it?) flirty?  Yum!  I saw this morning on my way out and she asked abouy my New Years Eve plans.  I told her I was working.  She said they’d asked her to work overtime on NYE and she’d said no.. but that now maybe she’d take it on afterall.  This pretty much shot my ego through the glass roof, so I looked @ her and flashed a grin and said, “Good.  Now I’ll have somebody to kiss @ midnight.”  She smiled and said, “I know, right?  So we’ll have to go out afterwork and stuff.”  I consider myself to be something of an expert on the Art of Flirting and Acting Coy.  If this girl is toying with me, may her soul be damned.  I hope to have more updates on this, she’s hella cool and I like her game.  And to be honest, it’s nice to be reminded that throughout this recent drought? there’s still some life out there.

The city snow is pretty much gone.  Just a bunch of sludge and white crunch laying around.  It’s like living inside a coke-head’s nasal passages.  Ew.

Yeah, in addition for working 5 overnights this coming week, I’m also working New Year’s Eve (of course, b/c GayJay hates my ass). The lobby will be a madhouse.  We’re hosting a bigass party for Natalie Portman, another one for Dennis Leary, and also one for Britney Spears.  All of our bars, lounges, gardens, terraces, and penthouses are gonna be crammed full of rowdy A-list drunks, so I will be sure to take plenty of poloroids and leak them onto the Internet.  We’re gonna be completely sold out, too.  I feel a migrane coming on. Ehhh, whatever.  There could be worse places to be on NYE than @ the uber-cool Hudson, like sitting @ home alone in your apt, sobbing into your pillow and contemplating a midnight suicide… oh wait, that was Christmas Eve.