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Shut up.

New York was cold. Then wet.

Alex and I got to walk around the old neighborhood in Brooklyn and eat french fries at Bonnie's. We saw Konrad play Country & Western in a bar where this old man who could barely walk finally got cut off and then yelled "Kitty. Kitty." at the bartender for a while. (I think the bartender's name was Jeannie.)

I got to hang out with the small and serious Max and get to know him a little better. Watch the Golden Globes with my girls, and make dinner with Jefferson.

I saw Miss B read with Austin, Franny, and Louise. And saw Michael's drawings, huge on Fifth Avenue, in the rain.

Oh, and I fell off a barstool and almost got kicked out for being too loud. In a crowded bar. On a Friday night.

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Motherfucker.

I have to admit, I was ready to see 2005 go. She was an angry, manipulative, pushy, fickle bitch. I'm sorry. She was. There was the review in the Times. Thank you. Have you seen it? Oh, wait. I think I have a copy in my bag. There were also some periods I would not soon repeat. If you come anywhere near my vagina with anything resembling a wand I will cut you. I am happy to see the other side of 2005.

But I was a little nervous about 2006. Tentative, maybe. Then I got a call of New Year's Eve with a prediction that the forecast for 2006 is fucking awesome. It's taken a few days for the forecast to stick, but now  I'm clawing my way on to that bandwagon of awesome-ness. (I totally have the rights to the band name 'Bandwagon of Awesome-ness.'

Here I come.

So in the past few days I've some up with some slogans* to help fill out the forecast for 2006. And watch out world 'cause I've got a few:


2006: The Year of Living Fabulously.

2006: No Fear.

2006: Live Like You Want.

2006: Fuck It.

2006: Make It Fucking Happen.

2006: Fuck Shit Up.

2006: Fuck Yeah.

2006: God Save Veronica Mars (and Rory Gilmore) From Bad Haircuts and Boyfriends Who Are Bad Actors.

2006: You CAN Clean the Extra Bedroom. Yes You Can.

2006: Just Because You're Super Good At It Doesn't Mean You Have to Talk Shit About Everyone All the Time.

2006: The Year I Might Get a Tatoo That Just Says 'Motherfucker.'

*This idea stolen from Jeff Jeffrey Jefferson whose first annual slogan was, "Dance can save your life."