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It’s almost 3 a.m. and I’m not tired enough to sleep yet so here I am.

Last night I met up with BFF at her work and then we headed over to our usual spot, followed by Fave Watering Hole (which was ridiculously busy for a Sunday night). I had a beer, then developed a headache and decided to call it a night. So much for my big party plan.

On my way out of the Fave Watering Hole parking lot, I received a text from my friend Holly, who was at another place I hang out semi-frequently. I have a bit of a crush on a guy that works there and Holly is very aware of this- and sent the text to inform me that he was there. I haven’t seen him since I met him, a few weeks ago, but have become “MySpace” friends with him (stop rolling your eyes) and have exchanged a few lame-ass messages that way. Nothing to get excited over, but I can’t shake my crush, so I was very into the idea of being in the same room with him again. Headache be damned, I’m going to meet up with Holly.

New Crush was there looking very cute (and not working), and seemed very happy to see me. Luckily, I had several other friends there too, so I didn’t have to stand around trying to act like I wasn’t there just because he was. Not luckily, Holly was in full-on shot mode, so we began tossing back fruity red-colored things about every 2-5 minutes. Soon thereafter, my headache was a memory and I was sufficiently buzzing like a dizzy bee.

As the end of the night loomed, everyone decided to head to our friend, Gina’s house. Somehow New Crush and I ended up on her back patio, talking about his recent trip to another country and sipping red wine. Next thing I know… we’re makin’ out like teenagers. That went on until nearly 5 a.m. At some point we realized we’re adults with shit to do the next day, so we called it a night.

He has my number, we discussed going out, so we’ll see what happens. I think he may have called today but I didn’t answer, the caller didn’t leave a message and YouMail completely failed me with any information. I’m thinking YouMail is going to be kissing my ass goodbye very soon. Perhaps whomever it was will try again tomorrow.

I’m off to bed, finally. I gotta work tomorrow (later, technically) and then I think I’ll go see Sly at her new job. She won the competition and is the new bartender on Tuesdays. I very much enjoy having bartenders as friends.

Peace and kissing cute boys.

I am getting a serious case of cabin fever here. I haven’t left the house (except to visit the dentist) since SUNDAY. I’m WAY too social of a person to be locked inside for nearly a week. I miss my friends, I miss beer and, sadly, I miss work.

So what have I been doing? Being a big, fat nerd online and actually logging into MySpace. THAT’S how desperate I have become for any kind of social interaction. Lame.

I got tagged for a meme by The Goth Mom where I’m to collect 3 things about myself from someone close to me and blog about them. I’ve asked BFF to give me some feedback, but so far she hasn’t come up with anything usable. I’ll continue to ride her ass on that. Just wanted to warn y’all that there’s a meme in this blog’s future. (Dear BFF: Any fucking day now. Love, Corrina.)

Until then, I have decided to inflict upon you another MySpace survey. Because can you really get enough ridiculous information about me? I thought not.

First off, what’s your name?
Co-ree-nuh.

How old?
147 this October.

Where from?
California.

Who’s the lucky someone?
I don’t know who he is yet, but I’m taking applications.

Who’s the bff?
I call her Bub.

Who’s the hero?
Jesus is my hero. I know you’re shocked- it’s cool.

What’s the eye color?
Dark brown. People sometimes think they’re black.

What’s the hair color?
Same as my eyes, but with hair.

How many times have you been in love?
Truly, madly, deeply? Twice.

Do you plan on having sex before marriage?
Uh, no. Oh wait…

Do you drink?
Like Britney Spears baby.

Do you smoke?
Smoke what? People on the freeway? Yes. Crack? No.

Would you call yourself confident?
More often than not.

Have you ever given into peer pressure?
I used to. I’m the big peer now.

What is the vacation you’re most looking forward to?
The beach. I need ocean.

Watermelon or Cantaloupe?
Watermelon.

Mango or Peaches?
Peaches, but only when they’re hard. I don’t like squishy fruit.

Raspberries or Strawberries?
Strawberries.

Peppers or Tomatoes?
Peppers. I LOVE spicy food.

In middle school were you the “popular one”?
No. I was the “unibrow” one.

What is your future dream job?
Anything nerdy.

Have you taken any steps to achieve that yet?
Did Marvin write this?

What exact time and date were you born at?
Oh the grammar is killing me. 2:05 p.m., Tuesday, Oct. 9th, 300 BC.

Name one comedy show we’d find you laughing at:
Last Comic Standing.

What other shows do you watch with some of the same actors?
Uh, what?

What is your favorite thing to eat with a cup of coffee?
BACON!!

What is the thing we’d find you ordering at Starbucks?
Anything vanilla flavored.

What brand does your wardrobe mostly consist of?
Abercrombie. I’m SO not kidding.

Do you have all your teeth?
LOL- Not anymore. I’m down one.

How about braces or a retainer?
Neither. Thanks mom for your good teeth genes.

How is your eyesight?
Shitty. Without contacts I couldn’t see past my eyelashes.

Any glasses or contacts?
Both. I only wear the glasses at home. Or when I’m trying to repel men.

How many birth marks?
Two, that I can see.

What was the last song you listened to?
Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - when I fell asleep last night.

What was the last show you watched?
Deadliest Catch.

Who was the last person you talked to?
My mom.

Who was the last person you had a phone conversation with?
Sly.

What was the last thing you ate?
A Dove Bar. Thank God I have a treadmill.

What was the last thing you drank?
Water. I drink it constantly.

When was your last shower?
It’s not that time of the year yet.

When was the last time you stopped to exercise?
Yesterday afternoon.

After this, what will you be doing?
Probably playing with my phone.

Peace and a life.

I’m home from the dentist and am happy to report that all went very well. My cracked tooth was a little more damaged than previously thought, so it had to go. And I am SOOOO glad. I’m not thrilled about the gaping hole in my mouth but it’ll heal with time. Thankfully it’s way in the back so you can’t see it unless I open wide and stick my mouth in your face. Which I don’t think I’ll be doing, as sexy as that sounds.

Since I’ve never had a tooth pulled out before, I was pretty nervous. Therefore the nice dental assistant gave me Valium. I’ve never taken Valium before, but I am impressed with it’s ability to chill me out completely. The procedure itself was painless. I didn’t even really feel the numbing shots, which was what I had been dreading most. Yanking out the tooth took some effort, but other than pressure- and the dentist’s foot on my chest- I didn’t feel pain at all.

(Kidding about the foot.)

So far my face is still made of rubber. (I’m half-tempted to just start piercing the whole right side of my face just because I wouldn’t feel it.) The second I regain feeling, I’m prepared with my NEW prescription of Vicodin to handle any pain that might attack me. I also have the next two days off and I plan to use them sleeping.

I’m tired and a bit woozy and think I’ll take a nap now.

Peace and dentists who rock hard with good drugs.

Just so ya know- I’m pretty stoned right now. So if this is riddled with spelling errors, or if I don’t make any sense, my apologies. I will try to proof read before I publish.

Turns out I’ve been blessed with a double tooth whammy: A wisdom tooth has decided to rear it’s ugly head and, in the process, crowd my other teeth- one of which is cracked. You can imagine the amount of joy and happiness this is causing the inside of my head. I don’t remember there ever being a time when I wanted to smash in my own face with a hammer. Until now.

Thankfully this will all be resolved tomorrow. Until then, I have been given Vicodin. Which I now like to refer to as “Fuck Yes!” in pill form.

The biggest bummer (besides wanting to blow my own head off) of this whole thing is that tonight is my girl Sly’s LAST night of bartending competition and I can’t go!! I felt horrible, when she called, telling her that I can’t make it. Although when I told her why she totally understood. I will be there with her in spirit. Right now it certainly feels like I can fly over there.

Well, Fashion Paramedic is giving me weird advice about what to do with my cracked tooth, so I’m gonna go try her ideas and see what happens. She said something about tea-bagging that made me laugh- but she meant real tea bags. Did I mention I’m stoned?

Peace and prescription drugs.

Due to excruciating tooth pain, and the absolute and total misery it is causing my entire being- I will not be around until I get this taken care of. Which will hopefully be very, very soon.

I would like to take a moment to thank my bloggy friends for your support in my time of emotional retardation. I would like to let y’all know that I am in much better shape today. Minus the hangover.

Thanks to a little one-on-one “conversation” with someone who’s naturally gifted at helping people in need (you know who you are)- I have managed to put everything in perspective and I’m ready for the next phase… whatever that may be.

I mentioned in a Twitter that I got pulled over last night, with one of my best girls in the car with me. We were headed over to Fave Watering Hole when lights went a-flashin’ behind me. Knowing my registration was waaaayyyyy overdue, I was worried that my car would be towed away. ‘Cause that’s what they do here when you’re as late as I am.

Mr. Officer comes to my window and tells me what I already know. I apologized and told him I was aware of the problem and would be fixing it A.S.A.P. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing and then asked who my friend was. She told him and he went back to his car to look her up.

Turns out my passenger had let a couple of traffic incidents slide and had 2 warrants out on her. That’s when I peed myself. I started immediately imagining my car being towed away, my friend being taken to jail and me left sitting on the curb wondering why the fuck I didn’t stay home, and where I was going to get the $2,000 to get my car out of police impound. So while Mr. Officer was at his car doing whatever it is that cops do, her and I were holding hands, so tightly that I think we each broke a finger, and praying to the gods of irresponsibility that we’d somehow get out of this without handcuffs and a tow truck.

The gods of irresponsibility heard our prayers, because we both got off with tickets. Turns out Mr. Officer was a very nice guy and was in a very lenient mood. He was even joking around with us and being quite charming. So charming, in fact, that he gave me his card and I left him a thank you voice mail later on.

A girl at work asked me to go out with her tonight and have a beer. After I laughed hysterically, I declined. Not only does my hangover prevent me from wanting to be within 10 feet of an alcoholic beverage, I don’t think I should be driving with an expired registration any more than I absolutely have to. I DO have to get to work- but that’s it. I have 60 days to rectify the situation and I shall.

Peace and nice cops that like brunettes.

Turns out cute neighbor’s friend is married. I figured this out when I almost ran them over with my car as I was backing out of my garage. I apologized, once out of my garage, for almost running them over. She was super sweet. I now feel like an asshole for having thought her husband was cute.

My ex has completely and totally moved on. This makes me both happy for him and sad for me. He’s found the girl he will (I’ll bet you 50 bucks) marry, whereas I haven’t met a guy I would want to see past sunrise.

I am emotionally defeated. I miss D. so much that it physically hurts me. I cry more often than I’d like. I’m such a tough bitch- right? I am in such a weird fucking place right now. I want him to be happy- and I am happy for him- but I’m also so sad that I let him go. I’m crying as I write this.

Not so tough when it comes to my heart.