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.

I’m minding my own beeswax, reading my latest Blender magazine, when I stumble across the most horrifying information ev-ah …

It can’t be true.

Apparently — allegedly! — my beloved Paul Westerberg, lead singer of the Replacements, has contributed a number of songs to … the soundtrack of … a children’s film.

What. the. fuck.

You think I’m overreacting? Here’s a song title for ya: “Right to arm bears.” Yeah, read it again. Oh, so clever. GAH.

I repeat: What. the. fuck.

Ok, I realize parents my age don’t want to realize how we’re all unhip and shit, but come on. We are. I’m almost 32. I admit it. I realize the tragedy that is putting “Should I Stay or Should I Go?” by the Clash in a movie trailer for children, just to appease their parents.

Christ. I need a drink.

Read about the horror here.

Which reminds me. Be a punkin’ and visit my renter, ‘k? Tnx.

My fever is back up. Last reading was 100.5. Son of a bitch. Not that I wanted to go back to work, but I’m frickin’ sick of being sick! Guess I’ll be dropping another $25 co-pay at the dr’s office tomorrow. Yay.

I think I am going to have to break out the big guns for entertainment tomorrow. I burned through six episodes of season 4 of the Kids in the Hall. My only Netflix movie left is “Donnie Darko” which may be too disturbing for my current state. There’s nothing on PPV … that means, I may have to watch … the one, the only …

I am starting to think that my family and I are the only ones aware of this masterpiece. Sigh.

I’m not doing a very good job at doing nothing. I woke up at 5:30 a.m., just because, took my antibiotic and ibuprofen, then went back to bed until 8:30 or so. I made pudding, started cleaning up the kitchen and got tired. So I sat on the couch for a bit, then took another nap until 12:30, when it was time to take my medicine again.

I had to call a local theater to pay for my season tickets and was embarassed at how I sounded. I explained to the poor guy that I had tonsillitis and only had to repeat everything about twice so he could understand me. Sigh.

Now I’m watching “Cabin Boy” with Chris Elliott, one of my favorite stupid movies. When it was in the theater, lo those many years ago, I had to bribe my little brother to see it with me. We regularly say, “How about a hot cup of joe, you icy bastard?!” to each other, just because. Ah, sibling expressions of affecton.

Some other gems from this movie:
Paps: Get out of my face, you half-assed Ingmar Bergman.

Nathanial: I love sitting up here, looking at those bright, twinkly things in the sky, I forget their technical name.
Trina: Stars.
Nathanial: Whatever.

“There are only two things that I hate, people who are intolerant of other people’s cultures … and the Dutch.”

Damn, I love “Austin Powers.”

What a damn tearjerker this movie, The Life Aquatic, is.

“I wonder if it remembers me.”

Sigh.

Ever have one of those moods, for no reason?

I’m eating a pecan mudslide from Dairy Queen and watching a quirky yet maudlin movie, My Life Without Me, about a dying young woman.

Sigh.

Thank God “So You Think You Can Dance” is on in 10 minutes.

I need more exciting company than myself tonight.

Last night at the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill concert, I turned to my friend and said, “I haven’t seen this many cowboys since ‘Brokeback Mountain.’”

Call me a glutton for punishment, but after sitting through the first “Mission: Impossible” movie yesterday, here I am watching the second one on CBS.

I am not a Tom Cruise fan — nay nay nay — but I have been reacquainted with the hotness that is Ving Rhames.

Yum.

And imagine my delight when I came across this delicious photo — Ving and Wesley Snipes — yum yum yum!

My former co-worker always tried to talk me into dating black men (she’s black herself), and was sorely disappointed when I confided that my one date with a black guy was when I was perhaps 19. She was even more disappointed when I said I hadn’t seen “it.” Sigh. Story of my life, always disappointing others. LOL