Its Thursday! One day away from Friday! Two days away from Saturday! And you KNOW what that means! Saturday is the day that KP and I trim the christmas tree and Mr. Man hosts his 4th annual Holiday party. I will make some hot toddys and KP will make some egg nog...the house will be filled with Christmas cheer and the TV will glow brightly, this because I bought a DVD of a yuletide log burning in a festive fireplace. Its that time of the year again, where you listen to Jerry Vale and Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole sing the classics and you eat candy canes to dramatic excess. Its thanksgiving all over again but this time with less gourds and more presents, not to mention more snowflake sweaters. God, I love snowflake sweaters. There was a time in my life when I wore them exclusively. that worked when I lived in Switzerland, in fact was de riguer...it worked less when I moved back to LA.
FUCK DAMMIT.
As I was writing this all lost in the reverie of christmas pasts, I was called into the boss's office to organize the secret motherfucking santa. DAMMIT.
UGH.
ok.
bye.
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