i knew those fendi shoes were over the top!!! even cruelty free they still were an asshole thing to ask for. so santa, on hands and knees, because in all seriousness if i do stand i vomit, i revise my grown-up xmas list. this year i ask for a settled stomach and 98.6...
on hands and knees i’ve remained for the last twenty-four hours. as of press time i’ve thrown up 31 times. water, perrier, 7-up, orange crush, orange juice, root beer; nothing is taming this bug. i wish i could actually enjoy this trip down carbonation...
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! Much pleasure thou can’st give me just in case he IS checking his list twice here is what i would be asking for if we lived in that magical world where friends weren’t sick, parents didn’t fret over bills, animals...
volume up friends. this is what the beasts and i are dance partying around to this morning (thank you chuck). rumps shaking and breathless we managed to give a goat. the striking resemblance to the dairy buck sent truman into quite a rattled and distressed state....
can it really only be one more week? (sad sigh) regretfully, i’ve yet to feel the fa la la. even with a tree that would resurrect liberace, boughs of holly decking my halls, and celine dion feliz navidad-ing me  every four hours on sirius radio (the only way...
