Mood-o-meter: Surprisingly cheery for a Monday morning.

Friday night: Went out with both roommates to a cool bar in our 'hood. Roommate 1 gets call from male friend she has crush on and invites him out with us. Roommate 2 ends up flirting with him all night. Roommate 2 bogarts all rides on male friend's motorcycle and kisses him. Roommate 1 is pissed. Roommate 2 still thinks to this day that Roommate 1 is upset with male friend and not Roommate 2. Roommate 1 can't think of way to confront Roommate 2 about how she feels. This is my life. Dealing with this catty shit.

Wow, I can't believe that I haven't blogged since December 3rd! How much of a slacker am I? December 3rd is the birthday of my first love. Isn't it strange how we remember such random birthdays?

I'm going to see Liz Phair tonight at the Warfield, which is one of my favorite venues in San Francisco. This intimate little rock'n roll theater of fame is where I've seen some of my favorite artists, such as Aimee Mann or Cake. Weird thing is that I'm going alone this time. I'm super glad I only bought one ticket. I've learned my lesson in the past. If I buy two, I end up waisting my dinero on the second ticket and selling it outside the theater to some homeless jackass for $10.

Funny event on bus this morning: There was an ad for California College Financial Aid on MUNI. It read, "Get dinero for school!" I read it as, "Get 'diner-o...". At least I can make myself laugh.

Where's the flipping results for our Oscar pool, by the way???!!! WTF!  ¶ 11:54 AM