8:47 a.m. - 2005-12-14
Good thing she wasn't armed. I think I'd be dead. And I'll bet it was all about a Christmas present that wasn't in stock.
I want to tag people who are unable to handle Christmas with grace and dignity so that they are not allowed to celebrate anymore. Like a Scarlet Letter. The Scarlet D. For Dickwad.
Speaking of dicks, I haven't receiveed my new one in the mail yet. Only two more days to go... However, I did take the advice of the cruise girls and invested in a removable pulsating shower head. I even bought the one that donates to the Breast Cancer Foundation or something. So really, it was more of a chartiable donation. But I needed something to get me through 6 weeks of no "sex". I'm assuming that "sex" means no putting anything in anything, but that having a happy fun time without putting anything anywhere is OK as long as I feel well. Hmmmm. Maybe I should ask.
My doc is going to think I'm a big momma hating perv.
Wait! I AM a big momma hating perv.
Oh, did I tell you I tell you I adopted a kid for Christmas? The kind that you buy shit for, not the kind you have to house and feed. I got him some cooltastic stuff that I'm gonna wrap at my desk today. So, everyone - pray or something that he has a good holiday and a good life. He's 17 and has nothing and nobody, and before that he had a load of shit piled on him. These gifts may be the last he ever gets. Bless his little heart.
My Max gift is shaping up. I bought cookies and tarts that should fare well in the mail. A little something to fend off the lonliness of being on a ship in the middle of the ocean during the holidays. He and his other friend Max will have eachother, but the more merriment the better.
I also bought some for my bookstore friend that I will leave on his doorstep this evening. That should cheer him a bit.
Maybe Christmas gifts are good for something. They do let people know that you think of them during a family kind of time.