GAH. He just walked out, and he looks so good in those pants, I can't even tell you. I feel like I'm 15 and squeeing over a cute boy.

Awwwww, that's the sweetest thing. I think that you should totally live in sin (or otherwise) with those that make you catch your breath and squee.

Ah, NYE, the night of random ass text messages.

Yay D's coming to a party with me (he never does) and he's got the best Hawaiian shirt evar!

I just got home from a party. We were in someone's apartment for a while, and that was fun, but then we went to a bar and it was just too many people for me, so I left. Now watching the Times Square stuff on TV.

Hello to the Future! Happy New Year for them that's already in it!

Happy New Year!

Happy 2010, bitches!

Happy new year!

Happy Twenty-Ten, peoples!!!

The good part about going to a party that's around the corner is that, when I realized I was sweaty AND cold/clammy and needed to lie down soon, The Boy just brought me home and went back to the party. Which I told him to do -- I don't want my illness interfering with his fun.

We made it until about 12:30, but then I hit a wall. It was a typical crazy-ass eclectic party that this friend throws -- there were geeky people talking about geeky stuff in one room, little kids running around with noisemakers, a drum circle in the front room, and kinky people in a side room talking about...computers. (Nerds!)

After midnight, we popped party confetti things and the drum circle went bonkers, joined in by enthusiastic noisemaker blowing. That lasted for about half an hour. Crazy people! GOOD crazy, though, not edge-away-slowly crazy.

That's a pretty hot top your own damn self.

I love it in theory, but wearing it tonight reminded me of why I don't wear it often -- it's cut in a way that's not flattering to me. Kind of -- not an empire waist, but it's gathered a little at the bust, and then drops out in a loose, shapeless form, which only serves to make me look pregnant, since I carry my weight in my belly. I need things that are a little fitted, or at least have some shape. I think this is going to go to Goodwill.

And what color are the leather pants? It's important. Because if they're black, and I bet they are, he's evil.

They're black, and he's evil. Although he brought me home when I was feeling poorly, so he's not *that* evil.

I'm not tired; I just need to recline. Thank god for heated mattress pads and laptop computers.

Happy New Year, Bitches!!! May it be filled with good things for all of you.

YOU GUYS. This is weird and disturbing: my stronger-than-death sweet tooth is GONE. It has been for about a week. Maybe it's because I'm sick, but being sick in the past hasn't made my sweet tooth go away. NOTHING has made it go away.

Here's the only thing I can think it is: I started a new probiotic for my IBS, and it's not made of good bacteria; it's actually a yeast, but a "good" yeast in the same way that probiotics are good bacteria. Anyway, the yeast-probiotic is supposed to wipe out Candida overgrowth.

Candida overgrowth is not uncommon with IBS, and/or can be mistaken for IBS.

[Yes, it's an hour into the new year, and I'm talking about my colon health. Shut up.]

One of the major symptoms of a Candida overgrowth is -- you guessed it -- massive sugar cravings, because Candida is a bad yeast that wants sugar. So maybe my sugar cravings are gone because the new probiotic is getting rid of a Candida overgrowth.

It's just...WEIRD, to have all kinds of Christmas cookies, and chocolate, and cake in the house and not even want it. I'm not avoiding it out of some sense of food "virtue," by sheer force of will; I really don't want it. At the party tonight, I nibbled on potato chips, shrimp, and swiss cheese, even though there was cheesecake and red velvet cupcakes with buttercream frosting and a big glorious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and white chocolate shavings on top.

This is MESSED UP, yo.