Ahh, Christmas. A time when people we don't like fly in from places we can't stand and make us do things we don't want to do in the name of celebrating the birth of a religious figure that was probably actually born in June.
S'nice.
Personally, I'll be spending mine soaked in liquor with Gospel readers Donna and Miss Kate (who is, sadly, trapped on a bus in the Lincoln Tunnel at the moment; send her good chi), gorging myself on Trader Joe's Peppermint JoJo's, egg nog with bourbon in, and a ham dinner that would put your mother's to shame while watching A Christmas Story and Home For the Holidays, starring my boyfriend, Robert Downey Jr.
But that's me.
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