It's Christmas and I'm eating pocky. I am pleased. =)

The world is slightly less bleak today. I am not completely displeased.

I want a purple kitty cat.

I feel that I am now at the lowest point that I have ever been. I feel no particular inclination to leave my room again at any point in the near and/or distant future. There's no point in it.

Kenobi's Legacy.

Some hero I turned out to be.

Pathetic. Wasted. Worthless. Useless.

I feel sick and flu-ish. This displeases me.

HAHAHAHAHA

Go to this site and fill in the blanks to generate your letter to Santa.

http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm

Here's what I got (seriously!)


Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Angela's Office party. It was Hillary who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 1138 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like "girl".

I thought it was funny when I put Laura's underwear on my head and danced the The Robot on the bean bag while singing `Dancin' With Myself'. I didn't mean to break Angela's massager and don't know why Angela would accuse me of jaywalking.

I don't remember calling Mike's wife a hawt sheep---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Lisa's husband's feet, it was only because I ate too much of that lasagna.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my scooter through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a slick kitty and have me arrested for larceny!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all lubed and sensuous. And I'm really not to blame for any of this entincing stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and seductively yours,
Charlie (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 3263827 bucks!

I went to Maggie Moo's for a treat.

I got a float... with Bubble Gum flavored blue Jones Soda and a scoop of blue Cotton Candy flavored ice cream. It was tasty, but it seems to have turned my teeth quite blue.

In other news of the irrelevant... my job is not going badly, but I'd still kind of like to leave and not come back. I just don't want to do much of anything lately. Blah.

doggie

My mom and dad have a little Yorkie dog. She got hit by a car last night. There were no broken bones, but she took a bad hit to her head. Both eyes are damaged and last night did not respond at all to light. One eye has shown a small reaction to light today... when mom went to see her today, she was able to stand up and licked her hand, so at least she was able to recognize her.

The vet was hopeful because there didn't appear to be any internal organ damage. The extent of neurological damage (i.e., whether she'll see again) isn't known yet.

So that's the drama in my life today.