Totally loving "LOST" again. Back listening to my four podcasts per week, and if you're interested in learning more about that nerdy side of my life, feel free to shoot me an email. I'll point you in the right direction, yo.

I turned 32 on March 2nd. Ain't no thing.

I've been running twice a week in Prospect Park with my running class/club/cult/what have you. Tonight it was 15 degrees and we only went 3.4 miles. I wore a puffer jacket and lost about 10 pounds in sweat alone. I've met three new friends that I dutifully added to my clique on Facebook. Hurrah.

Scarny & I are throwing a birthday shin-dig on the 7th in the LES and hopefully the 42 individuals who RSVP'd YES will actually be there. (Except you, Caddy. I figured you won't be making it. Thanks for the YES, anyhow.)

I went through a break-up of sorts a few weeks ago. Whatever. Moving on.

I saw an odd stain on my ceiling today that I've never noticed before. I don't know if it's new or if I'm just suddenly prone to looking up.

Work is stress.

I thought I loved Chelsea Handler and bought all of her books ("all" meaning "two") but after a few chapters into "My Horizontal Life", I realized I didn't like the way she wrote her younger self as such a precocious sassafras and I stopped reading. I still like her in theory.

I want to write a vegan cookbook even though tonight's dinner will be dairy-laden and I haven't had a completely vegan week in I-don't-know-how-long.

I set a goal to watch (and blog about) 25 movies within the film noir genre. I've watched one ("Double Indemnity") and the first half of two others ("Gilda", "Sunset Blvd"). At this rate, I'll be done in 2011.

I miss my brother, who now resides in Beverly Hills.

I had forgotten how much I enjoy Cocoa Krispies until Sunday evening. Yummers!

Okay, that's all the stream of conciousness you get, fools. Time to get my "LOST" on. Hugs & kisses.

Thursday, January 1: Drinks with Scarny, Caro, KM, Z, others at Boat. Trip to diner for some of the worst food ever eaten.

Friday, January 2: Drinks with Scarny, Caro, Z, others at Black Betty and elsewhere.

Saturday, January 3: Cooking class with Mom & bro. Consumed delicious corn smut.

Sunday, January 4: ...

Monday, January 5: ... (Besides work, mais oui.)

Tuesday, January 6: Purchased thigh-high socks from American Apparel.

Wednesday, January 7: Date with a comedy writer. He hates sports, loves "Sex & the City", and called me "honey". Obvious closet case.

Thursday, January 8: Annual company party in the red dress.

Friday, January 9: Successfully pulled off an hour-long presentation in front of 90 colleagues. Celebrated over wine at Moran's. Enchilada casserole later.

Saturday, January 10: Aerobic striptease and pole dancing. Firefly!

Sunday, January 11: Heartbreaking Big Blue loss.

Okay, folks, I think you're relatively caught up.

(In no particular order.)

1. Obama! And the entire campaign season!
2. Pan & James <3
3. Quitting my job
4. Acquiring my new (old) job
5. Acquiring my new (one bedroom) apartment
6. Brunch Club revival with Scarny
7. The Mystery Trip
8. That text message in September (and, a few days later, that phone call)
9. Beginning 2008 at Moonshine
10. Reading all of "Eat, Pray, Love" in the sky
11. A NYE picture with Andrew WK
12. Southern-themed housewarming
13. Second-Annual Summer Breeze Potluck
14. New Jersey pool party
15. "Heaven" by Bryan Adams
16. Meeting and bonding with Di
17. Tim Russert's death (which surprisingly made me bawl)
18. My bro acquiring that 90210 ZIP Code
19. Love Zap
20. The Satellite Dish Fiasco
21. The Newark Experience
22. Brian the Shy Lion
23. Completing three races
24. All-Star game with Josh
25. Ikea trip with Paul
26. FBPC & C4 & AL & other dark places
27. My BlackBerry
28. My bout with food poisoning
29. Football games galore (and a Giants win in February!)
30. Hip hop dance class
31. Nan Goldin exhibit at the MOMA (with Scarny on the floor)
32. Paul singing "Rosalita" during karaoke
33. Attempting to implement the Get More Awesome Plan
34. Cecil the Siamese Fighting Fish
35. Frank the Personal Trainer
36. Cross-stitch
37. Trimming the fat (and then taking it back)
38. Twilight Delirium Weekend
39. Drinking wine and eating chocolate cake in the bathtub
40. Binging on "Twin Peaks" and "Weeds" and "30 Rock"
41. Appearing on MTV2
42. Throwing roses on my birthday
43. The "LOST" finale
44. "Celebrity Rehab" and "Rock of Love 2"
45. Voter registration at the Atlantic-Pacific stop
46. Giving up on my useless therapist
47. My NYT subscription
48. The planetarium
49. Making copies of my keys
and...
50. Scrabble in our pajamas on our Christmas Eve

I'm sure there were more. Many good, many bad. Either way, I'm terribly ready for this New Year.

Happy 2009.

So, here's the scoop. I know that someone from my office is reading my blog on a regular basis. (Yep! I know you're doing it!) I track this stuff, you see. However, I don't know who you are.

I know who it is not, but I know not who it is.

The truth: I am more likely to censor myself and/or not blog at all because of this, hence why I haven't written much of substance as of late.

So, hey. Listen. Tell me who you are and maybe I won't care what I write about and I'll happily continue to blog freely! Otherwise, maaaaaaan. I may have to move my blog to another undisclosed domain.

And that's that.

Oh, and by the way: Happy 29th to my bro.

I sort of cannot believe I haven't blogged the big news yet, but rest assured that it's only because I was terribly hurtin' yesterday after throwing an Obamarama Tuesday night.

He.

Actually.

Won.

I am so proud.