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.… Read the rest