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Winter Blunderland
Dec. 21st, 2006 05:29 pmSeasons Greetings, guys and ghouls!
Forgive my tardy sentiments this year, I know I'm normally more on the ball when it comes to wishing y'all good tidings... To be honest, I've been so preoccupied watching my meager bank account drain into oblivion that I haven't had a chance to think about much else. Until today, when a card arrived in the mail from our dear friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
expired13, at which point I immediately rushed to the computer to announce my love for this motley crew I call a Friends List... Misfits, miscreants, and misanthropes each and every one of you, but goddammit, I love you all from the very pits of my black little heart**. Don't go making a big thing out of it.
(**Actual content of love in heart may vary from user to user. Sorry, but that's just the way I'm wired.)
The Replay/Jackpot Christmas party hit us like a sack of doorknobs the other night, rendering myself andsecret_malady mentally immobile for the better part of a week... But just when I thought we were the only two in attendance to contract a terminal case of booze-itis, along comes word (via our local paper, the Urinal-World) that my occasional pal (and Replay regular) Nathan D. was arrested on his way home from said fiesta... And by "arrested," I mean "pulled over while weaving through a residential neighborhood with a head full of mushrooms, then leading the cops on a high-speed chase until he wrecked his vehicle into a mailbox, at which point he fled on foot, forcing the officers to pursue him as he ran from house to house, bashing on front doors until he was able to finally break into someone's living room, the sound of which awoke the sleeping couple upstairs who immediately rushed toward the commotion, only to find a drug-crazed maniac being dragged, screaming, through their shattered door frame by a virtual boatload of Lawrence's finest."
Ah, Nathan D. I'm gonna miss seeing your smiling face at the end of the bar every Tuesday. When you see the light of day in five-to-ten, make sure you let me know how the Christmas turkey was in the slam, okay? I'm sure it's gonna be a scrumptious feast.
PS: If anyone out there lowers themselves enough to go see this shit-tastic remake of BLACK CHRISTMAS, please don't tell me about it... I'm trying to pretend like it isn't happening.
Forgive my tardy sentiments this year, I know I'm normally more on the ball when it comes to wishing y'all good tidings... To be honest, I've been so preoccupied watching my meager bank account drain into oblivion that I haven't had a chance to think about much else. Until today, when a card arrived in the mail from our dear friend
expired13, at which point I immediately rushed to the computer to announce my love for this motley crew I call a Friends List... Misfits, miscreants, and misanthropes each and every one of you, but goddammit, I love you all from the very pits of my black little heart**. Don't go making a big thing out of it.(**Actual content of love in heart may vary from user to user. Sorry, but that's just the way I'm wired.)
The Replay/Jackpot Christmas party hit us like a sack of doorknobs the other night, rendering myself and
secret_malady mentally immobile for the better part of a week... But just when I thought we were the only two in attendance to contract a terminal case of booze-itis, along comes word (via our local paper, the Urinal-World) that my occasional pal (and Replay regular) Nathan D. was arrested on his way home from said fiesta... And by "arrested," I mean "pulled over while weaving through a residential neighborhood with a head full of mushrooms, then leading the cops on a high-speed chase until he wrecked his vehicle into a mailbox, at which point he fled on foot, forcing the officers to pursue him as he ran from house to house, bashing on front doors until he was able to finally break into someone's living room, the sound of which awoke the sleeping couple upstairs who immediately rushed toward the commotion, only to find a drug-crazed maniac being dragged, screaming, through their shattered door frame by a virtual boatload of Lawrence's finest." Ah, Nathan D. I'm gonna miss seeing your smiling face at the end of the bar every Tuesday. When you see the light of day in five-to-ten, make sure you let me know how the Christmas turkey was in the slam, okay? I'm sure it's gonna be a scrumptious feast.
PS: If anyone out there lowers themselves enough to go see this shit-tastic remake of BLACK CHRISTMAS, please don't tell me about it... I'm trying to pretend like it isn't happening.