Christmas is a fine holiday, especially a low-key one. Managed to slice open my thumb last night with a great big knife, so my typing is a little problematic. But I did some writing this morning anyways, because I am a BIG WINNER. Yes. What with all the running I've been doing and grilled cheese I've been eating. Mmmm. Grilled cheese. Lunch soon, I think.
A few things to mention:
Happy holidays! I hope your Christmas/Hanukkah/Festivus was magical.
You know what romantic pairing totally escapes the Brangelina/TomKat name treatment? Jim/Pam. Give it a shot. Fail utterly.
I know blogging here has been crappy. But please know that I have exactly one New Year's resolution this year. It is this.
I really like the sweater my grandma sent me this year for Christmas. But man, it is slightly unexpectedly slutty.
My bright green Converse have arrived! Oh, glory be! 'Tis Christmas indeed!
It is now time for running, grilled cheese, and long-awaited television with much-dreaded giant spiders in it. Ah, life. You are the cruelest and kindest.