Jesus, I hate Christmas.
Oh, pun!
I haven't gotten any of you Christmas presents yet. Dad's supposed to take me on Wednesday, so that's pretty much my last chance.
This week is all filled up:
Monday - yoga and decorate Christmas tree
Tuesday - gift exchange and dinner with Nick and Jen
Wednesday - shopping for Christmas gifts
Thursday - dentist and winter concert
I also have to wrap Nick and Jen's presents today... not that I actually have presents for them.
Went to a kicking party on Saturday in Brooklyn. Nick, Steve, and I were chilling and having a good time until this kid, Arthur, latched onto us like a leech. He was a cocky sumbitch. And he was eleven. Two bad qualities. And he thought he did things well... but he didn't.
We made friends with the bamf doorman, who brought oranges out to us to throw at each other in the street when we ran out of clementines. Nick and Steve played Run Across the Road. I didn't. Neither of them died. Nick went all the way across, but Steve only went for half.
There was this weird-ass pigeon that just... sat there. Didn't move at all. No matter how close we got. I have pictures on my cell.
We chilled with this adorable little one named Plummy. What a sweetie! We were making noises with our cellphones and she was, quite simply, mesmerized. It was adorable. And she would walk away from me, and I would be sitting on the floor with my arms wide open and she'd run to me and just fall into my arms. The cat delighted her. She was just so ummy. That's a picture of ummy ummy Plummy (*rhyme*) and Jen, who almost stole her.
Friday, Cori and I chilled on the upper field. We waved to cars, hid from Chester, built a 
teepee, and took emo pictures. It's officially a Friday tradition: Friday, directly after school, on the upper field. Bring what you will: balls, Frisbees, Absinthe. Whatever. And remember to bring warm clothes as the cold comes. BECAUSE IT IS A TRADITION.
teepee, and took emo pictures. It's officially a Friday tradition: Friday, directly after school, on the upper field. Bring what you will: balls, Frisbees, Absinthe. Whatever. And remember to bring warm clothes as the cold comes. BECAUSE IT IS A TRADITION.<--- Corinne went hunting as Pocahontas, while I, as her husband Squanto, sat at home working on the teepee.
For some reason, Nick has seemed to develop an obsession with my boobs. It's really intriguing.
So... good times.
7 comments:
And, no, Nick, "pun" does NOT stand for "play on words."
yeah. christmas shopping. i should probably start. what does everyone want?
You and Nick (Pray) should hook up :: thumbs up!::
I want a dog, but I think my mom would rather get that for me.
All I want for Christmas (that I don't celebrate) . . . is a date!
christmas is a national holiday - recognized by congress. since christmas has lost its meaning, you can technically celebrate the holiday for its festive trees and not be catholic.
i don't want anything for christmas, really. if i could pick anything? i want to catch a love and make it stay.
God, Patrick, way to make it depressing.
My heart hurts.
And not because I'm having a heart attack.
I'm getting you a sweatshirt, I think.
depressing? i don't see the depressing tone of my comment.
was it what i want for christmas?
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