Merry nail an arbitrary Jew to a piece of wood and call it Christmas.
And Happy Birthday, Mithras.
December 25
I AM The Red Wizard, Bitches
They said it couldn’t be done.
“You can’t do all your Christmas shopping in one day,” they whined.
I scoffed at them.
Never underestimate the power of a man with a list.
I had that shit done in less than 5.5 hours. And two of that was driving. Heh.
I went to Wal-Mart (mostly for things for myself) and the Mall. Man, the madness was palpable. It was delicious.
Gird Up Thy Loins, Young Buck, We’re Goin’ In
I just paid off all my credit cards. It’s time to start my Christmas shopping.
Ah, Yow, do you remember the Golden Days of Yore when we would drop acid and go to the Mall on Christmas Eve to watch PEOPLE UNDER PRESSURE?
It Never Got Weird Enough For Me, Vol. II
The pharmacist was flirting with me today. I think I’ll date her next. After that, maybe a cop.
Grampa, wringing every last drop of irony out of life, since 1972.
Even At Our Worst, We’re Still Better Than Most
For my own personal reasons, I now measure years from December 12 so I’m glad to say that 2006 is officially over. Good riddance.
Let us recap, shall we?
A Day That Will Live in Infamy
Three Years.
Today marks three years to the day since I moved out to Hawaii and started my life on a different path. And while the past year has been a very difficult one, I harbor no illusions, I know that it could be so much worse. So, that strong urge to drown myself in two fifths of bourbon the other night? Yeah, you know the one. I decided that perhaps that might not be the solution that I was looking for, so I didn’t do it.
Against my better judgment.
Though, today I’m glad I didn’t.
It’s Official
2006 is the worst year in living memory.
Of course, I can’t really remember anything before late 2003, so it can’t be all bad.
Yeah, It’s Like That
I just got back from a very hectic “vacation,” we have three more days of a high profile trial, my relationship may or may not be over, my hair is starting to fall out and I have six more weeks of chemo. The only thing that really comes to mind is this:
I’ve come to know the cold
I think of it as home
When there ain’t enough of me
to go around
I’d rather be left alone.
But if I call you out of habit
I’m outta love and I gotta have it
Would you give it to me
If I fit your needs
And we only both knew we had it?
So now the damage done
And we’re back out on the run
Funny how everything was roses
When we held onto the guns.
Just because you’re winning
Don’t mean you’re the lucky one.
Breakdown
-Guns-N-Roses
