** PARTAY ALERT ** The weberhouse is throwing down for a balls out party on New Years Eve! We are looking to gear up around 9 or 10pm, and party until the cows come home. Everybody should come. Got questions? 719.287.4741 or email@example.com. I’ll be pimping it here often, so watch out 😉 Other news is *looks at list* … I like money. And getting it through consulting is awful nice. And fast. 2x consulting jobs = no more college debt + an almost paid off (huge balance) credit card. w3rd. Moving on … I need to get a woman? I don’t think there are any questions about this, so I’ll just go to item C. Item C is that I think I’m going to license actually start doing my own business. And that’s pretty neat. I had something happen like a week ago that was important, and I forgot what it was. OH. Thanksgiving. Mine was good, Went to my ‘rents house and ate and ate and ate, and brought home leftovers, only find a *TON* of leftovers here at the house. We chomped on that stuff for like a week. It was nice. I hope that everybody is having a great holiday season so far. And I’m told that one of my roommates has some SGI stuff (old) that needs some luvin — either from you, or from the trashcan. Lemme know and I’ll hook you up. OH, should the New Years Eve Party be a straight up get-shitty party or a themed one? A formal? An 80s bounce? Pimps n Hoes? Gimme yer input 🙂 [b]**[u]UPDATE!!~![/u] – 3:56p -[/b] Okay, so last Sunday Paulie and I went out to Hooters for lunch (just like today — do I smell a tradition?) and had a good time. In the course of the meal, we decided to ask the waitress, Laura, what she thought about our upcoming party – particularly when we should throw it (remember the party poll?) She emphatically said that she would throw it new years. Anyway, I mentioned that I was twenty in there, and she said “wow, no way you’re twenty. I thought you were 35; I wasn’t going to even think about carding you if you ordered a beer or something.” To which I loudly responded (unintentionally) FUCK YOU! She kinda went white, and I felt bad, but we made up and got to talking. She just turned 21, is half asian, a college student, hella smart, witty and very hot. So, that night, I went home and shaved my beard off, because 35 is just not right. I took it off, and I look like I’m in my mid-twenties, which is better than 35. And I have a hotty that I’m lookin out for at Hooters. Heh. [b]**UPDATE #2**[/b] – FSCK! I left my crimpers at the Signs By Tomorrow in Denver. Goddamnit. Now I have to drive up there and get them. FSCK FSCK FSCK.