So, how’ve you been? I’d know if I’d read any of you since Monday, but I have not. I’d apologize, cept, I long ago figured out there’s not enough time to enjoy all the good stuff of life causa all the ‘Must’ and ‘Sposta’ crap that gets in the way. This is why it’s so important to live where you belong, with the right person, and to pursue work you enjoy.
Gosh, you know, I could be livin in some hot, barren landscape with some stupid, wretched man — my only escape a job where I wear a suit and talk about sport statistics…
Make good choices, Kids.
So it’s that time of year. Time to eat barbecue pork on challah while sitting next to my Buddhas under my hamsa while O Holy Night plays… or this one, this one’s good:
I erected my Yule tree like a proper pagan. Mine is decked out in silver and gold, but it’s not cut from the forest — it’s prolly not even BPA-free.
In a stunning act of self-service, I went to the post office for myself, where I bought stamps for myself. Winter berries. Quite pretty. For holiday cards, you know. Cards pushing my radical liberal agenda — Joy. And Snow.
I get FIVE days off this Christmas. Today I bought ten pounds of flour and four pounds of butter, and most importantly, a metric fuckton of rum. I’ll show you merry and bright, lemme tell ya. Runnin a lil preview tonight; got my nog, got my dog, got my blog. It’s pretty lit.