Best Album of 2003: Give Up. Yes, the Postal Service. I can’t help myself. It’s so overwhelmingly good. Nothing else makes me cry and bop my head at the same time. The runner-up is totally The Love Below from Outkast. I admit I have barely heard any of Speakerboxxx since I can’t stop listening to the genius pink CD on the bottom. The Love Below is whip-smart, intricate and best of all funny as hell.

Best Rap Single: Da Club, by 50 Cent. This is song instantly gives me a happy. It’s infectious. Almost as infectious as Hey Ya!. Almost.

Most Romantic Google Search: “he should be careful with her insides because they are tender”

Best Diet Journal on the Web: Mine! [/shameless pimping]

Best Response to Asshole Ex-Boyfriend: When my sister’s ex-boyfriend phoned her place, Amy’s roommate Emily answered. The boyfriend, who recently called Amy a whore, asked where she was. Emily responded, “Oh, she’s in the back getting a train run on her. We were having a bit of trouble paying rent this month.”

Best “Best of 2003″ in a Blog: The Dooce. Just wait til you get to the part about the cheeseburger.

Best Movie of 2003: Lost in Translation. Hands fucking down. Nearly perfect in every way. Rarely has a movie left me so shaken for so long after I left the theatre. I wanted to see it again right away but knew my poor heart couldn’t take it. That movie hit me in a special spot.

Most Liberating Day: Knowing that I’d never, ever have to “walk in” a Bloomin’ Onion ever again. Ever.

Best Day of the Whole Year: “The center lane does not exist.”