Holy eff, you guys. For the first time in, like, four years, I can actually pay off my entire credit card balance. This is so sad, I know, but it's seriously the highlight of my month! (Next to Julia learning how to say "hi" and waving, duh)

I'd like to say that my debt-free status is a result of increased income (no way), or careful financial planning (as if), but for reals-I just stopped ordering something from Anthropologie every month. You'd think I'd have been able to break the habit long ago but you'd be wrong. It's such a love-hate relationship. Love the clothes, hate the prices. Damn you Anthropologie!! WHY MUST YOU MAKE IT HURT SO GOOD??!!?

By the way, you know how they found the truck of the marine wanted for killing another marine? Well, it was found in a hotel parking lot. A hotel parking lot across from my office. So, if you're keeping score at home, that makes one snake and one murderer (allegedly) either in or around my office. I'm just gonna call that 0 for 2.

I take the GMAT in 9 days. Please send all your smart brain cells my way via the interweb. I promise to return them the evening of Feb. 2nd. You can keep the ones that have been watching VH1 reality shows--I've got tons of those already.

P.S.-um, can you fools start identifying yourselves in the comments if you aren't already? Hard to imagine that anyone else besides my mom and sister read this, I know, but there you have it.

It's not in my nature to be voluntarily gracious, so I like to call attention to those rare moments when I am so that I can rack up brownie points. Brownie points for what, you ask? Something. Somewhere. At sometime. It doesn't matter. Don't ask silly questions.

I was watching Justin Timberlake's HBO special the other day and, as I suspect any normal pop music fan would, thinking about how effing awesome JT is. As Mindy Kaling says, he not only sings, dances, and plays the piano--he does it all in a three-piece suit. Anyway, here's the gracious part. I have to give it up to Kate for seeing his potential way back when he was just the youngest, but not gayest, member of 'N Sync. Somehow she was able to see through the bleached blonde mini-afro...through the sweater vests...through his toolish bandmates...and all the way into his everlasting soul. She had faith when the rest of us (read: me) were betting that nobody would remember his name after 1999. My bad Kate.

On a completely unrelated note, the McDonald's at the corner of Spring Forest and Falls of the Neuse Rds had the following message on their outside sign: "Jesus is the reason for the season." First, I love it when religious mandates rhyme. Second, I thought twinkle lights and gift cards were the reason for the season???

In any case, Brick and Champ send all of you their fondest wishes for a healthy and happy new year!