Merry Merry Shitmas.

Tis the season to stretch that super-consumer muscle! Don't forget to trample the dude to death! You know, the one opening the door to the Walmart. THE FUCKING WALMART, PEOPLE.

Anything Christmas-related makes me grit my teeth and want to punch things.
frenzied debt-inducing shopping? why thank you, I'll pass!
decorating the outside of the house? no thanks!
carolling? you know what? no.
egg nog? *vomit*
Oh and whoever decided that christmas music needs to start playing the day after halloween should be tarred and feathered. Straight up.

It's all fucking horrid. Well all except when you're in the mall and you see that one little kid that's clearly not diggin sitting on santa's lap, yet the parents MUST have that picture taken and the kid's just screaming away, throwing a tantrum? yeah that makes me giggle like a school girl. LOVES it.

"HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRI-..." Shut up Santa, just. SHUT.UP.

Oh and...

The website is still not ready to go. Will it be this year, you ask? I have no fucking clue.

On a positive note, my account is ready to go at iFriends... Full steam ahead this week on that front.... will post an update when that starts chuggin along... although, you know what? I'm a little nervous... can you believe that? I mean I've done can shows for guys before but they were clients I'd had contact with before in some form or another. I've never done a show for complete strangers before... what if they don't like my show? I know I'll get over my jitters once the camera turns on but it's strange that I'm acually a bit apprehensive. Hmm, weird. Maybe I do have a soul.


You know what? No. Not today.

Damn, I'm a cranky crabby bitch today!
I guess having 4 days off in a row filled with stuffing your face and drinking every glass of wine in reach (and some not even yours) will do that to you.
So Happy Belated Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope ya'll aren't too hungover. I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck that stopped and then backed over me for good measure.
But hey, before this weekend I hadn't a drink in forever and ever. So, what the hell right?
Althought I have discovered that I'm not 22 anymore and don't bounce back after a night of slamming down an entire bottle of wine myself (yes, thats all it took, shut up) like I used to. Actually, when I was 22 it was bottles of grey goose or jose cuervo and then getting up to go to work the next day almost refreshed. Wow, I've really pussed-out since then.
Waking up after 5 hours of sleep after an alcohol induced coma and having to attend to the needs of 4 animals is bullshit. Fuck you aging. Fuck you hard.
I need to teach my dogs to let themselves out to pee.
and feed the cats.
and make coffee.