Merry Christmas everyone!
I’ve been tossing around the idea of writing a post about girls being crazy (because they are), but so far nothing good comes to mind in the example department, so that has to be kept on a shelf for a while.
This Christmas probably would have been better if the Grinch had come and stolen it. Sure, the decor was there and the presents made their appearance, but that’s where it all ended. A few notable highlights would be getting my credit for a cycle I enjoyed (hoorah for Facultative Surgery and Golosnitskii!) and a quiet dinner at T.G.I (save the birthday holler from the staff that we’re still trying to decipher).
This past few weeks have been cementing something that I’ve been….I wouldn’t say ‘fearing’ but perhaps not looking forward to. I guess I could liken it to having a cavity and trying to fool yourself that it’s just the cold weather causing the toothache, headache and fever, when deep inside you know you will eventually have to go to the dentist to be told it’s a damned bad tooth.
Damn, this is un-entertaining. I should have kept quiet till the crazy-girl post came to full bloom.
