When In Doubt, Ramble Out

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Hello, is this thing on? I slightly wish it wasn't because, I'm gonna be real honest right now, I don't feel like posting at. all. My desire to do anything productive this week is about as intense as my desire to go get a voluntary pap smear right now. Which would be negative eleventy billion, if you need to put a percentage on it. 

I mean, I can't really talk about what I bought bear or my mother for Christmas because, well, there's a solid chance they might come here snooping. Which really wouldn't be a bad idea because I'm pretty oblivious to who does and doesn't come here and read daily. Either way, snooping here would be more beneficial than snooping in my apartment because I'm not a rookie and this sure as hell ain't my first garland covered rodeo. 

True story, though, all I really want to talk about is what I got bear because it's pretty much the coolest thing I've ever seen. 

Oh, that reminds me... both my mom and bear's gifts somehow manage to benefit me, as well. That, my friends, is what I like to call "Christmas shopping done right". Also, I managed to shop somewhere other than Total Wine this year, so I suppose we can chalk that up as a win for this girl. Double bonus round, I bought everything exactly 7 days before said holiday, which means I should go ahead and buy myself something shiny because that's a damn record for me in non-procrastination. 

Aside from that, if I haven't been mentally screaming profanities at every other douche bag on the road, I've been busy stalking the 98 different people on my various news feeds who have been getting engaged. Which, I'm pretty sure, has been on crack this year. Or maybe I'm just getting to "that age" where that whole marriage thing spreads faster than herpes. Either way I may, or may not, be mentally screaming profanities at them, too. Maybe.  

Anyways, this is shit for a post and for that I apologize if you took time out of your day to read this. Really, I would really like it if the world would relieve me of all responsibilities for the next week or two so I can sleep a lot and participate in the occasional 1pm cocktail. Is that SO MUCH to ask? I think not. 

I'll be back tomorrow for #backthatazzup, though, don't you worry. Mostly because I just remembered that I wanted to talk about Miley on the Madison Square Garden's Jingle Ball show that aired last night. Whoops. Welp, at least I have something to say tomorrow. 

Focker out.

PS. If you're one of the people driving like a douche bag on the road, cut it out.