Santa is a Whore.

Life always gets complicated around the holidays. What normally should be a happy time for all of us, only breeds sorrow. It's more about the memories, and remembrance. You remember when life wasn't so complicated, and you were surrounded by the people you love. Now those people are gone, the love isn't, but all you have are the memories. And well it's a sad time for some. And I'm happy for those who are truly happy this time of year. And I'm sorry for the ones that lost someone dear to them this year.

So with that said, I'm not really into Christmas this year. I should be. But I can't let myself think about it. I'm surrounded by people I adore, that's all that matters. Hear my bell ladies? Once January hits, I can fake the smiles all over again. Come February, I will be happy. Wrecking havoc and stalking always makes me happy.

So....

I need to get my shopping done. Like now. But that involves motivation and a shower. LOL, fat chance.