i only really had to get 6 small gifts for my nephews and nieces. minus one in the navy. cannot send gifts from target or hollister to boot camp. actually, there should be a target on every military base so while their are training how to shoot anything that moves overseas they take that built up angst out by buying some archer farm crackers or some choxie truffles or a new video game for their Wii.
i could not find anything for one of my nephews and one of my nieces so i am attaching my name to JLC/FOMO gifts. gingerbread snaps.
i got the kadie, mark, genie, and taylor "blissmas" party tonight in maplewood. p.s. i am spending the night. i pray to the menorah that i remain on my feet and at no point do i end up laying or rolling or sitting on the floors of their house. fucking hot egg nog mess, CMC.
as the clock tick tocks and the days of 2008 disappear. i am thankful for a lot of things more so then say in the middle of a year when i am self asborded. always saying ME. MYSELF. I. always looking for anything shiny to catch my reflection. carrying the attitude i am gonna fuck you over before you fuck me. actually, that is the gay verison of tag.
I am thankful I am not living in Buffalo, NY these days. 1. erie county is not the look. 2. mother nature car bombed them with ice and snow this week. I am thankful that I am not a sixth grader in mansfield, texas. Why? I am one sloppy joe when it comes to eatting my cookies on the 552. well, these kids got cookie crumbs on the bus ride home and the bus driver told them that he was going to slit their wrists if they did not admit to being the cookie monsters. now that is some good tv. subplot in high school musical 4? always thinkin' mr. disney. i am thankful that i have been home for only 2 days and i have been out to eat 7 times. i feel like such a fat blue pig as i sit right here BUT i just have to drive my mental rental over to target, bed, bath, and beyond, and pathmark and see that they are a lot people out their drowning in a sea of carmel corn, cupcakes, and brown gravy. i am sure they are a lot of people who are making new year's resolutions to lose weight in 2009. SURE THEY ARE. is there any hope over 200 pounds? isn't that the sequel to will smith's 8 pounds starring Oprah????? cmc's resolutions 1. size 30 waist.
DEMI MOORE TO COME. I am thankful that President Bush pardoned Fugees Producer and Rapper John Forte who was serving a 14yr sentence for possession of 31 pounds of liquid cocaine. a nice christmas message to all the peeps livin' in the hood. why go to school? why get a job? why use birth control? why not carry fire arms? why not? don't need to why you have a slim chance some white man high up the hill may save the day.
the last thing i am thankful is that none of carlie simon's cds will be in my stockings this year. i liked her better when she had stage fright and stayed in her banana bubble on martha's vineyard
"i had some nightmares they were crack vials in my couch, crack vials in my couch. you so fucking strung out you probably think this song is about you."
8 days to start your life over with a fresh coat off rust proof paint, kids.
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