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the bitch
There's nothing interesting about me, except the fact that I really should stop switching blogs.
bitch de nuit
Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
December never felt so wrong
This Christmas,
I don't want a big pine tree.
I don't want presents; wrapped, ribboned nor exchanged.
I don't want an over roasted turkey, stuffing overflowing.
I don't want Santa to come down my chimney.
(I don't have a chimney.)
I don't want to lie and say I've been on my best behavior this year.
I don't want to wait for the snow that will never come.
I don't want the mandatory Santa hat.
I don't want a merry Christmas.
I don't want the candles lit.
This Christmas, all I want to do is just fall in love.
I don't want presents; wrapped, ribboned nor exchanged.
I don't want an over roasted turkey, stuffing overflowing.
I don't want Santa to come down my chimney.
(I don't have a chimney.)
I don't want to lie and say I've been on my best behavior this year.
I don't want to wait for the snow that will never come.
I don't want the mandatory Santa hat.
I don't want a merry Christmas.
I don't want the candles lit.
This Christmas, all I want to do is just fall in love.
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