Bah Humbug

What is it about Decem­ber that makes me want to dec­o­rate my apart­ment with Tiki God par­ty lights?

ALL AROUND THE APARTMENT.

Just to make it unchristmassy.

Maybe it’s a latent unre­solved resent­ment for years of that Jesus guy over­shad­ow­ing my birthday.

You know, at my first Christ­mas mass, I set my Mom’s hair on fire? Sur­prised that they did­n’t have me drowned right then.

I think it’s time for me to buy a ficus.