A new year brings new things.

Jessie spent New Year's Eve night with me totally cleaning out my home computer. Yes, that's what we did for NYE, along with playing several board games while waiting on downloads. We had fun, we had joy, we had seasons in the sun. And we played sappy retro songs all night too. My computer's great now; it's like having a new computer all over again. Man, I love it when Jessie cleans me out ;-0. Thanks Babycakes.

I started the new year out right in the financial control (my resolution) arena as well. I started going through all my bills and getting rid of all the extra crap I no longer need, such as ending "the works" on my home telephone (saving 30 bucks a month). I don't even use my home telephone except for dial-up. Why would I ever need call waiting or 3-way calling on that line anyway? Thought so, out it goes.

Similarly to Jessie, I found a $50 monthly charge on my credit card to a porn site I'd never used, knew I had, and definitely never agreed to that had been going on for who knows how long. I'm so outraged about that! How it got there I don't know exactly, but it seems to be snuck into an internet bill that Jessie and I fell for. We're both mad and have definitely paid for it. So out that goes too.

I cancelled subscriptions, cancelled extras, cancelled expensive crap. I feel great having done all of this! It's just feels so productive and healthy. However, this Friday comes the big one: goodbye weekly therapy. (crying.....) Well, at least I've got myself mentally together these days (ha!). Expect more insane posts from me in the future; I do need an outlet somewhere, you know.

Began cleaning my apartment a bit; rearranging while unpacking; and thinking about getting that ultimate place where I can have a dog. That would be the big dream that's as yet continues to go unfulfilled.

I want a dog more than I want a boyfriend.

On the bf front, I don't know where I stand really. I know I said last summer that I was "ready" to try dating seriously again. And I did try several times. And I'm still trying. But me and relationships are like peas in a pod-- where the peas are overgrown, bloated, and pushing each other out, and where the pods are the body-snatching kind.

Statistically, it's rough. I mean, first you're dealing with the evil population of men in general. Then you're narrowing that horrible group into a small, small, small subset of single, gay, accessible, sane, relationship-oriented (which of course questions the sanity bit), and attractive-to-you men. Then you're dealing with whether you like him and he likes you and you like that he likes you and he likes that you like him and when does this train stop. Then comes questions of reality, trust, trustworthiness, sexuality, non-sexuality, appropriateness, and whether or not you like to talk to each other more than five minutes. Ugh, it's just too much to deal with. See what I mean about the dog?

So here's to better financial planning, a better computer, a possible webpage re-design (yes, it could happen), and a dog in 2002! (And we'll continue to see about the bf thing, but no promises....)