Merry Christmas Emporium!!!

Well, here we are. Christmas Eve. Where was I last year at this time?
Let's take a look:

Well, upon review of last year's blog, I was in a pretty decent mood...even after someone bitched at me for beng negative. The Boy was home (as he is this year) and I had just spent the night with someone who would become special. Little did I know what a douche he'd turn out to be. Oh Hindsight you 20/20 bitch!

Anyway, this year, I'm home by 11. Haven't had a drop to drink all day, (last night, however... totally different story), and now I'm gonna go see what's on my mom's billion channel cable.

I feel I've actaully been a little remiss in the format of the Xanax Files of late. They've been more journal-like than anything else, and to me, rather boring. I just haven't had much to rant about these days. I suppose my balls are still in my purse, as it were.

However, one things needs announcing: I will be getting another tattoo in 06 as Artgirl has once again proved to be the master of gift giving. Gift Certificate for the Tattoo Factory, kids.

It is so fuckin' on.

Peace on Earth and hug your parents and your siblings and your pets.
jingle.