Don’t forget, I’m having a contest. E-mail me your best New Year’s resolution for me by late 12/28. Voting will be 12/29-31. Winner gets a brand-new, long-sleeved Indiana University t-shirt! (monique(at)whenwewereliars(dot)com)

I saw “The Pursuit of Happyness” tonight. Holy cow. I cried like a baby at the end of the movie and then all the way home. In fact, I probably should have pulled over to finish my crying jag, considering it was dark out and pouring rain. Yeah, I think there was more than the movie playing into that. But still, it was a good movie. Go see it — a feel-good movie that was a nice antidote to my petulance. I mean, the guy in the move made it through an unpaid internship at Dean Witter while raising his son and living in a homeless shelter. And I liked that Will Smith cried a few times in the movie. It was real and honest and I love me my sensitive men. And it totally made me forget about the Willennium.

I woke up this morning, got out of bed … and noticed my foot hurt like a mofo. That fabulous foot massage I raved about last night? HE BRUISED MY FOOT! I was totally limping around today. Oh yeah, repeating the pedicure-injury story got old eventually. But it’s really quite funny. I just hope I feel better by the time I have to gallavant around the airport Saturday morning.

Last night, I watched two episodes on “Bones” — a really good show, I hadn’t watched it before — and was in bed by 10:30. I was wide awake by 12:30. For nearly two damn hours. My mind was racing. I wrote some things out, to process my thoughts and feelings. I don’t know how much good it did, but I always find that it’s better for me to express myself than not.

I received a few e-mails from men via match.com this week. My heart’s just not in it, I can’t. I guess because the online thing always leads to disaster and/or heartbreak for me. And two of the guys were just over the top … one was e-mailing shit like, “Are you as sweet as you are beautiful? I bet you are! I can’t wait to find out!!!” Gag me. He also had a tattoo of a truck. Pass.

I hope my new webcam arrives before I go out of town. I want to get some video of my brother doing his “Waterboy” yell. That shit cracks me up.

∗ Posted by Monique on 12.21.2006
∗ Holidays, Movies, My life