Merry Fucking Christmas

Well, I've just gotten back from Eli's. I figure if I have to spend time at my grandmother's house, I am not eating any of her salad dressing from 1987 or her Stouffer's french bread pizza. I went all decadent like. Got artichokes, spicy olives, hummus, gourmet soups, chocolate covered pretzels, and blood orange juice from Italy.

I'm attempting to do last minute Christmas shopping with a cold. And clean the apartment. And pack. And take down the trash. But somehow I just keep sitting here blowing my nose and attempting to motivate myself away from the computer.

It's getting kind of drastic.

Partially because I had the brilliant idea I would make Christmas presents this year.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time. But it's just NOT going to happen. I did, however, get some nice stuff for my mom. And, well, I am going to rush down to the union square holiday huts tonight. Or more likely tomorrow morning and finish the rest.

Oh yeah.

So the birthday scandal will have to wait because I want it to be quality. I don't wanna spill it in a half assed fashion. But since I'll be in PA-where there is no cable, no cellphone service, and no Internet service-well I won't be around for a bit. So all of you have a Merry Christkwanzhannamus and I'll be back here soon with seductive pictures and scintillating wit in time for New Year's.

Comments:
Yup... What a way to celebrate the holidays. And your bunner does not look happy wearing that bow either.
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