SIDENOTE: resolve this.

Let me start by saying that I had a good run with The Bachelorette recaps.  It was great to know someone on the show and it was awesome to have all the comments and accolades that came with the season.  So I'll take this moment to first apologize to you, fans, as I can not get myself to be a part of Brad's season.  It's not because I have anything against the fact that I don't know anyone on the show (actually, I recognized one of the gals who went home on night one), or that he didn't pick any of the girls the first time around.  Seriously, good for you Womack. "Break up" on your resume looks a lot cooler than "divorce".  


Instead I was a cool chick last night and stayed up way past bedtime to finish the BCS Championship game, all the while admiring Oregon's sick neon socks and "Magic Eye" helmets. Guess fashion doesn't win football games.


It's 1.11.11 and I'm trying to reflect on the start of my year. I've made a sick amount (pun not initially intended) of appointments for doctors to make sure I'm healthy and set to live another decade - and I'm still trying to resolve a few things:

• Retirement can not come soon enough.
• That 5 lbs you're trying to lose, try not eating.
• You are not 23 anymore. Hell, you're not even close. A night out with friends now leads to you walking into your old apartment building, hugging your old doorman, sleeping in your old bedroom (chill, my besties still live there) and throwing up in your old bathroom.  Eating your weight in french fries (see point #2) at your old diner and rocking a subway ride of shame in your old roommate's sperrys.
• When the subway pulls up and no one is in the car, not because it's your lucky day.  Because a homeless bum is rotting in that car and lying across a bench.  Everyone has gotten off four stops early to avoid suffocation.  I call this a "bum rush" and a shitty start to your morning.
• Your guys friends read this site and occasionally admit to it. Then they send links to friends and say "pass this along for our bridezilla blog".
• All girl-attended brainstorms, even within a professional setting, will somehow take a turn for the R-rated worst.  
• Eventually, you will get sick of the song "Marry You" or iTunes will throw up on your computer and ban you for life. Until then, play that bitch on repeat.

Bruno Mars - Bruno Mars - Marry You

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-HMOH


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