The inevitable exodus.

Chelsea started the crossover. From Blogger to tumblr. Nikki followed and now I must do the same.

My new blog is fresher, hipper, younger, and cooler. Haha.

It's also located @ www.fatfreemoxie.tumblr.com

Follow it, lurk it, live it, breathe it.


Thanks and goodbye.

So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy and it seems every episode has a 22 year old married woman who is pregnant. Awesome. I'm a little worried that its an omen or a judgement. I know I won't be pregnant anytime soon, or married for that matter, but the fact that they're all in the hospital for really random things, kind of scares me.

Just a thought.

I think I might need to take a break and play some rock band.

My favorite midnight snack.

NYE 2008

So, against my better judgement, I accepted an invitation to go to a "small get together" at this guy from work's friend's house. I didn't really know my coworker too well, but I went with a coworker that I did know very well, so it was pretty cool. We hung out with an acquaintance's best friends and played guitar hero and ate champagne cakes and played drinking games and pretended like old friends. I didn't even drunk, just buzzed for like 30 minutes. We ended up tricking someone into taking who knows car and I drove us downtown where we were staying and left them to figure out their next move. Haha, we're bitches.

So, all in all, it was an okay night. I didn't get shitfaced, I didn't make out with a random (mostly because all the dudes at the party we're either married or fianced), I didn't dance all night long, and I definitely wasn't hung over the next morning.

But, I did get to fall asleep in a huge comfy bed with this as a view:



So, it was a good night.