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November 30, 2007
Christmas keeps turning on me. Last year i didnít feel anything, i faked it and did a pretty good job. The great thing about christmas is that the veil between fake and real is much thinner. Everyone is faking something. Even if itís the bah-humbugs.

This year i am ambivalent. Iím separated from everyone i want for christmas. Having an open door with cinnamon and chili smells pouring out of it, cody walking in, thatís christmas. Here i have Crazy, Absent and Awful running around spraying my tinsel tree with cigarette smoke and vitriol. Not christmas, not even close.