Good morn' beaut', Good evenin' lady

It didn't feel like Christmas this year.

Maybe the weather, yet it's Texas. It's always not cold. Maybe my house was a bit packed. When ten human beings, all stretching a span of three generations, infiltrates my house all at once it takes time to get comfortable--if at all. Maybe the presents weren't there, but I've come to expect that.

I've become accustomed to Ben Folds, flattered myself with this new assortment of hats and let myself stay up to hours that were of unknown charters this semester, yet were of such regularity in the previous two--hence, this blog and its mysterious title.

With CNN declaring Chinese food a Christmas tradition, I would like to declare myself absolutely fucking ridiculous.

Piano has come back to me. I've made an attempt at least to get better and practice. Now my eyes have started to fade. Is this what a stinkin' blog is supposed to be? I've grown moldy with it already. Tempt me not mediocracy and sensibility. Give me nonsense to throw at these heathens!

Good night beaut', wake up refreshed and ready for this trainwreck of a man.

ho ho ho ho

merry holidays and bubbly bellies, as santa calms down all the reindeer meat delis.

light lattes of egg noodles and slight cream on the side, as bashful blind babes take the time to go hide.

in twine of tin nature that tickles white bones and the neighbors send greetings of taped messages on thy phone.

and shock that bright smile as of bright lights might fright all the children dressed jolly with stud santa in sight.

twirl thy cotton of beard o' so white, and wish merry holidays to you and a happy good nite.

Vulgar?

I'm just fucking tired.

That's it.

Hope to see you soon.

You know my number.

Love,

Me

Clean up after yourself.

Once upon a time,

this bomb was alive,

in my head.

Tick, tock, tick.

Boom,

it explodes,

and everything goes everywhere.

Close the door,

shut me in,

pull the rope,

boom,

it's dormant.

Slide the carpet,

from underneath the table,

and hope you won't,

implode.