Dreaming of a White, Powdery…Christmas.
On the outside, I’m an angel.
On the inside, I’m an angel.
In the privacy of my own bedroom when no one else is awake to fall witness, I’m satanic.
There’s just something about the holidays that puts you in a great mood for 99.999% of the days leading up to Christmas (or whichever winter holiday you happen to celebrate) but leave you crabby, stabby, and menstrual for the remaining .001% of the day.
Anyone else to the point where all you can do to gather some sanity is picture yourself as a stick figure making snow angels in freshly fallen snow?
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I'm not sure if that is a sign of sanity.
12/15/10 11:00 AMCome visit me. There is a sheet of fresh fallen snow in my backyard.
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