On the 1st day of New Year my true love gave to me


Not a rat's ass f'ing thing! He hasn't found me yet. I think the video message will surely lure in a hunka-hunka-burnin' love who suits me to a tee, right? Yes? Probably not? Why I oughta!! What you see on the video is sincerely a dose of what anybody who chooses to hang out with me will get.
Maybe I should adopt the thinking of little Miss Anna Kournikova who is quoted in my WILD WORDS FROM WILD WOMEN daily calendar -- Jan 1, 2009 "I am beautiful, famous and gorgeous. I could have any man in the world." Wow! All that humility and she can play tennis. That is what she's known for, correct? Isn't she more famous for boinking Enrique Iglesias? My Skechers need to meet her boney little ass. That's all I'm saying.
I had a dream about Alton. He was entirely unappealing in nocturnal picture show. It's not to say he was disfigured or behaving badly. He's a truly cute dork. But the attraction just wasn't there. I recall talking to him and then taking a step back as one might do when trying to see a work of art or photograph in a different perspective. With that I asked, "Why was I attracted to you?"
It is then that I woke up with a slight pain in my lower back. I'm sure it's cramps, but that's probably TMI. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
I fell asleep around 11:00 p.m. last night. The howling feline woke me just in the nick of time. I got online as the clock struck midnight to wish Plurkers and Facebookers a Merry New Year. I considered coming here, but I didn't want to ruin the essence of the video message below.
Mancub had done his best to keep the howling cat quiet. I kept hearing him say, "shhhhhh mom is sleeping. Don't wake her, Silver!" Then, when my body arose from the couch, he apologized for waking me. I reassured him that all was well and I needed to be awake to ring in the new year.
He took to the cardio-glide as the fireworks went off on WLS-TV Chicago. I gave him a smooch and that was that.
Happy new year, dudes and dudettes! I'm off to work. It's always interesting to hear how people either broke, mangled or lost their glasses in the hub-bub of the carousing holiday.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 1, 2009 at 10:54 AM

    Happy New Year! We left our NYE party at 11:40 and were home in bed conking out at 12:00. I think we mumbled Happy New Year before snoring commenced!

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  2. CatJanuary 1, 2009 at 11:09 AM

    I just watched your video a 2nd time. Your kitty is just singing you a little love song.

    & I read all the P~L comments. I'm really just an observer, but Honey, he's your Forever Man! & I don't think it's just the Crown Royal talkin.

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  3. TopSurfJanuary 1, 2009 at 3:01 PM

    I was out last night at a party pretty much wishing I was home for a nice quiet evening. I enjoyed seeing how you spent your night. The video--genius. I loved it. Happy New Year!

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  4. CatJanuary 2, 2009 at 3:33 PM

    Let's see, the New Year is only 2 days old & so far:

    1. Green over CS
    2. Move down here, conveeeeniently next to the SL

    Oh yeah, he's smitten, he's bitten, he's hooked, he's cooked

    The video message is a BIG HIT!

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