Oh my GOD, I want to hit people in the face! 

Yeah, I went Christmas shopping today.  Ugh.

Not only have I been sick, but now that I am okay, the non-BF is sick.  Makes for a fun holiday.  “Eggnog anyone?”  “Only if I know for sure you didn’t sneeze into it, bitch.”

Here’s some good Yuletide cheer:

• I’m still smoke-free
• I still haven’t killed anyone because of being smoke-free.
• I have really, really wanted to.  I just have awesome willpower.  Bow down
• The 80s songs I’ve been sharing on Facebook via YouTube have only made me receive three death threats so far this month.  I’m ahead of the game.
• My nose makes me look like some kind of crack whore.  I’m mainlining Vasoline.  It’s creepy when I go to the store with that shiny shit all over my face.  Getting sick sucks a big one.
• Listening to these 80s songs tonight makes me remember all the (ahem) “winners” I dated during high school.
• They also reminded me I wrote a whole lot of good shit I kind of discarded at the time.
• Spandau Ballet was a low-rent version of Duran Duran.
• “Come Undone” was one of the all-time sexiest songs, ever.
• I should really quit while I am ahead.
• Merry Christmas, y’all.  I’m too tired from being sick to say much of anything else.