Sorry for that whole censorship ‘o’ the title thing, but a lot of times blog posts won’t make it into email boxes if they have swear-y words in the title. Fortunately that doesn’t apply to the content. So here we go. It’s beginning to look at a lot like FUCK
I’ve always tried to not turn my blog into *too* much of an all-about-me, this-is-my-life, hey-look-at-me-and-my-mundane-experiences-they-are-so-interesting website. But you know I’m a writer and sometimes (most of the time) the only thing I have to write about is the boring as balls things I do on a day to day
I actually don’t want anything for the holidays. I never do. There are things that I need. But want? I stopped wanting things around the time I stopped getting things that I wanted. Did that make sense? Either I’m a really spoiled brat, or – more accurately – I’m an adult.
Let us not beat around the dick on this one: the only (and I mean only) reason why I send out Christmas cards (on the rare occasion that I do) is because I feel an obligation to do so. Not because I enjoy spreading holiday cheer. Not because I get