For those of you who I haven't been in touch with all year here is the rundown:

January:  I was living with my hairdresser and his mother.  I was going out with different people and starting to not be kosher again for the thousandth and last time of my life.  I was working at IPC selling chemicals over the phone.  I was driving a used Toyota.

February:  I worked at a BarMitzvah as a dancer for DJ Marky Mark, an old friend from high school.  He told me I could make a lot of money dancing, so I tried it and made $400 my first night.  I moved out of my hairdresser's house and in with my old friend, Nigel.  That lasted about three weeks. 

March:  I was making more money than I ever had.  I was dating lots of guys and living with Henry and Danita.  We all hung out in the Jacuzzi and had fun except when Danita turned into the devil. 

April:  I met Larry and decided that I do not want to have a  sugardaddy because it's really wierd dating a man 30 years older than me.  Two weeks and some jewelry, clothes, and nice shoes and lots of money later, I moved in with Zach since Danita became the devil.  I got in a car accident and it was totalled.

May:  I found a new hairdresser and Choomie and I had our 100th reunion and Zach lost his leg in a motorcycle accident.  I spent this month making money at Cheetah, going to the hospital and I moved in with John who was a  pretty decent guy with a nice house.  I was renting a  car for $350 a week.

June:  I divorced my hairdresser.  Still renting that stupid car.  Zach and I broke up later that month only to get back together for like 5 days at the end of the year.  John got a girlfriend and became really moody because of his 24-7 coke habit and because he didn't need me around anymore.  I moved to the beach.

July:  I started seeing Mike and was working a lot and living on the beach.  I don't really remember July except for the fact that it was really slow at work.

August:  I got a cat named Ayla.  She is my baby and I love her.  Mike helped me out with a car and I moved in with him. 

September:  I moved back to the beach and Mike's father came to my work to threaten to take the car away.  He offered me a thousand dollars for it.  While he went to the bank, I took off.

October:  I went to New York and turned 32.  My hotel was really nice, and I got to meet Michael and see Choomie and Yitzie on my birthday.  It was somebody else's birthday party that night, but I celebrated mine.  I got paid a lot of money on Halloween and had a great night until I was drugged and raped.  I got really upset about it, but decided not to dwell.  At least I was passed out.

November:  Mike took my car away the day after I made the third payment with no warning.  I was to visit NY the very nexxt day and was going to put my stuff in storage so I wouldn't have to pay for the week at my beach place.  David helped me move my stuff.  I went to NY again, and had a hard time when I got a lump in my armpit.  When I came back I moved in with Choomie and the lump was painlessly removed, thankfully without a scar.  Zach tried to bitchslap me around after getting back together for a week.  I will never talk to a guy who tries to hurt me ever.  I guess this blurb is longer because it is still fresh in my memory.  I oughta keep a journal this year.

December:  I momentarily moved in with another druggy roommate who thought that because I lived there, that we'd be fucking.  Icky.  I got back in touch with Kristi and moved in there the last week of the year.  It is nice to be back in touch with old friends from high school.