Headaches, sinuses, and nobody's quite home.......ah, the past two days have been pleasant around here. Oh, yeah, and dear readers- either you don't know how many times Tony Orlando knocked on the ceiling, or you simply don't exist as a readership. Thus I can write any insanity I want on here (assuming the latter, of course)."Jesus got run over by a reindeer, walking home from temple Christmas Eve, You can say there's no such thing as Jesus, and as for all us Jews here, we agree...." Ok, I'm being obnoxious. I feel vaguely drunken, but haven't been drinking or taking pills or any other popular Hamiltonian pursuits. Carrie just wants to correctly pronounce the Red nosed reindeer's name......and I'm regretting that half pint of Starbucks ice cream......
This always gives me the giggles. Fare-thee-well, Goblin King..............
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